The second day of practice arrived slower than Luna expected.
She hadn't slept much.
Every time she'd closed her eyes, she'd replayed the dance…
Every word, every look and every second where Ren's finger had been so close to her lips.
The memory made her heart do strange things even now, hours later, when she should have been rested and composed and ready to face this 'professionally'.
She couldn't wait any longer to see him again...
But when she found herself standing in front of the ballroom, she stopped. Her hand on the door. Her heart doing strange things in her chest that were definitely not appropriate for the Starweaver heiress.
'Calm down,' she ordered herself. 'It's just dance practice. It's just Ren. It's just...'
'Perfect… Why does he have to be so perfect? Why does he have to say exactly the right words? Why does he have to look at me like I'm the only person in the world who matters?'
