The journey ahead was entirely orchestrated by Luna, and I found myself merely a puppet trailing beside her.
Throughout the trip, she visited numerous places, seemingly tireless, shedding her usual icy demeanor for the playful exuberance of a young girl.
She hopped from one attraction to another, and I captured countless photos of her, though we never shared a frame together.
She had asked for a joint photo, but I declined, fearing any evidence might later surface to betray us to Betty.
A flicker of sadness crossed her eyes when I refused, but she quickly masked it with a bright smile, as if brushing off any hint of displeasure.
On the plane, I confessed to Luna about lying to Betty.
She understood and promised to keep it between us, which eased my mind considerably.
Regret gnawed at me aboard that flight; I couldn't fathom why I had lied to Betty in the first place.
It would have been simpler to be honest from the start.