Abby
Stepping off the last stair, the whispers and murmurs reach a crescendo before falling into hushed silence. My gaze lands on Karl, and I revel in the astonishment flickering in his eyes.
There’s a moment of silence as we gaze at each other. For a moment, things are like they used to be: I’m the Luna, Karl’s wife, revered by the people around me.
In my shimmering red dress, I feel like a glimmer of my old self, plus or minus a few things. I feel more mature now, but that’s how I prefer it. And as Karl gazes at me, taking me in, I think he prefers it this way, too.
But why am I doing all of this, really? Am I really doing this as a knee jerk reaction toward Gianna’s comments, to prove her wrong? Or is it something else?
“Ladies and gentlemen,” hKarl begins, seemingly regaining his
