"Don't be ridiculous." Hugo hissed in my head and I could picture him rolling his eyes.
Yeah, right. As someone who was allergic to traditionalism, I was starting to sound like a traditionalist thinking the Moon would possess someone as shameless as Camilla De la Vega.
She kept walking in a zig-zag pattern. I stayed deathly still as she passed inches from me. She smelled like lavender soap, the type of smell that told one a lady had taken her a nighttime bath seriously.
Just when I was complimenting her for the one good thing I'd noticed in her ever since I knew her, she stopped.
I held my breath. Dios mío. What sort of girl was this?
Slowly, she turned and I remained immobile, hating myself for an unsuccessful mission. Camilla had seen me, I thought until she slapped me.
"How dare you disrespect the Moon Goddess," she scolded, jabbing a finger in my direction.