Acting Like Luna

Daniella's POV

Levi's gentle hands worked through my hair, her nimble fingers weaving strands into an elegant style. She was young, likely no older than eighteen, and her shy demeanor hinted at both respect and a touch of nervousness. Despite her hesitancy, she seemed kind. I decided to use this moment to learn more about the world I was stepping into a world so different from my own.

"Levi," I said softly, meeting her gaze in the mirror. "Can you tell me what to expect at a coronation gala dinner party like this? I've never attended anything like it before."

Levi hesitated, her hands pausing briefly before resuming their work. "I'm sorry, Luna," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never been to a coronation party either. But I do know a few things."

"Please, just call me Ella," I interrupted gently, offering her a reassuring smile.