Chapter 33. Holding out

I watched silently in the mirror as my Luna, whom I had grown up attending to and adoring, stood behind me, pinning my hair off my neck in a beautiful bun. She had left a few strands of icy white hair to frame my face, but she was adamant my hair was to be off my neck. And I wasn't a fool; I understood why.

"Everyone will say my marks," I whispered, following her in the mirror.

"Yes, dear, that is the point." She grinned, twirling a hair around her finger and letting it bounce free.

"But... Tonight is about Lilly, not..."

"You?" She asked, pausing to look at me in the mirror, her brow furrowing. "I have many children, something Lilly needs to remember." She winked, spinning the chair around so we no longer faced each other in the mirror but spoke face to face.

"I love my daughter like I love all my kids- you included." Scrunching my nose at her comment, I tried to stifle a giggle because I knew she was trying to be sweet and sha