#Chapter 129: Pick Me Luna

Agnes I stood frozen in the doorway, suddenly feeling like Thea and I were on display. The silence in the room was deafening, and I immediately glanced down at our matching princess outfits. What had seemed cute and fun at home now felt painfully out of place once I saw the other low-key outfits that everyone else was wearing. Even Thea froze, her cheeks turning pink as she looked up at me. “Don’t they like our outfits?” she whispered, tugging on my hand. My heart raced as I scanned the room. The other mother-daughter pairs were dressed in coordinated outfits, sure, but nothing as elaborate or over the top as our full-on princess ensembles complete with tiaras and wands. Most wore simple sundresses or casual pants with matching tops—tasteful, appropriate, and definitely not covered in tulle and satin. But then, something unexpected happened. A little girl about Thea’s age broke away from her mother and ran toward us. “You’re princesses!” she exclaim