*Luna*
I glanced furtively around the room, feeling discomfort at seeing these sophisticated, beautifully dressed people. I couldn't help but wonder what they must be thinking of us, sitting among them in our ordinary jeans, sneakers, and, in my case, a baggy sweater that I loved as soon as I opened my rescued suitcase.
Brody mentioned that high-ranking officials did not adhere to the dress code I knew from the human world, but he forgot to add that what to me meant refined and exclusive taste here was ordinary attire. This left me wondering what they meant when dressing up: a ball gown, a tailcoat?
I crossed my feet under the chair, making sure my knees touched, remembering the last video I watched on YouTube about royal etiquette. I never thought this information would be helpful, but
