Sol's POV
"This is perfect," I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the ball gown. Unlike that stupid hoodie, this outfit felt like it was made for me.
"I guess it's time to move before someone enters the restroom," I said to Luna, who was watching me intently. Her presence had served its purpose, but it was time for her to fucking leave.
"What about me? Where am I going to hide?" Luna asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Go home or somewhere safe. I'm sure Mom and Dad will be happy to see you," I replied casually, though I could sense her confusion.
She looked at me weirdly, and I decided to clarify. "I hope you're not expecting to stay because of my fiancé. Your time here is over. You can go back to the UK or wherever you want to."