I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook

Chapter 3

I stared at the bucket of paint on the ground and held back my tears.

Picking up the bucket, I found very little paint left in it.

I sighed, then carried the bucket to refill it with paint.

No matter what, I still wanted to paint the fence. It was Melissa’s favorite color, after all.

After painting the fence white, I took off my sun hat and wiped the sweat on my forehead. I felt a little better now that I had finished painting the fence.

I think Melissa was going to love the new fence color.

“Andrea!”

I turned towards the voice and found that Melissa had pulled back the window and waved at me from the second floor.

I placed down the paint bucket and was about to head upstairs when I realized that the paint on me would probably leave stains in Melissa’s room. So, I went to change first before knocking on Melissa’s room door.

Melissa opened the door, then pulled on my arm and complained, “You were so slow!”

I gestured, “I went to change clothes since I had paint on me.”

Melissa blinked her big eyes. “Okay, I got it. I have a surprise for you.”

Melissa pulled me over to her European-style princess bed and said, “Look. Do you like it?”

My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

A long, gray-bluish evening gown was in front of me. It had a veil-like texture, and sparkling crystals were embedded in it. There were also tassels on the sleeves as decoration.

I remembered this dress. Ellen had given this dress to Melissa for her birthday last year. Melissa had many pretty dresses, and she hadn’t worn this one yet.

the side and looked at her, blinking

against my body to measure

in this dress for

stunned and shook my

continued to compare the measurements. “Alpha Enzo will be coming here tomorrow, so you have to dress elegantly. They need to know that you’re the most beautiful princess in our Blue

bit red as she continued to speak, “I’m afraid they’ll mistreat you

into my arms, and she suddenly grabbed my shoulders

because I was marrying

her because she was Melissa, my

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the hall

Michael had arranged for many people to clean up and prepare the place because we would hold a welcome party for the guests coming from the Cold Moon Pack—Alpha Enzo and his

time in my life, I didn’t need to clean the house

bride, Melissa and some maids flanked my side early in the

into the gray-bluish gown that Melissa had given me last night. My hair, which I

my neck. Then, she took my hand and twirled me around, praising

ready as the guests from

Melissa opened the door.

me with a hint of surprise in his pale eyes. His

was saying

dressed brought back memories of

“Let’s go, Andrea.”

his hand at

and I walked side by side as we

of the banquet hall, a black Bentley pulled up in front of

watched the driver get out of the car first, and then he went around the front to open

to see what a bloodthirsty tyrant would look

leather-shoe-clad foot appeared from the door after it was