#Chapter 189: Good Impressions

Hannah The room was silent as I cautiously approached the table, although my heart was pounding so hard in my chest I wondered if they could all hear it. The eyes of every Luna in the room were fixed on me, their gazes stern and appraising. I had never felt so small. Not since my rebirth, at least. “Ladies, this is Luna Hannah of Nightcrest,” Luna Alanna announced as I took my seat. “It’s an honor to be here,” I said, bowing my head politely. The other Lunas’ faces betrayed nothing. “Welcome,” they all said, almost in unison. I settled into the empty chair that was waiting for me, acutely aware of the scrutiny I was under. But no sooner had I taken my seat than Alanna was already jumping into the day’s agenda, clearly not wanting to waste any time on pleasantries. “Now, let’s begin with our ongoing humanitarian efforts,” she said, glancing over a notepad in front of her—a notepad which, upon taking a closer look, was absolutely covered in note