#Chapter 142: Our Place

Iris I shut my laptop with more force than I should. No. I refuse to give those comments another second of my attention. So what if the public thinks Veronica would make a better Luna? Arthur doesn’t think that. I certainly don’t. And that’s what matters. Moving day arrives before I know it. Once all of Miles’ and my belongings are packed, it finally hits me. We’re doing this. We’re finally going to live the life I always dreamed of—the three of us together, as a family, sharing the home that Arthur and I once adored. It feels unreal, but it’s not. It’s very much a reality now. The one thing I’m bringing that requires special handling is my exhibition centerpiece—the painting of our family on horseback. I had it carefully wrapped and delivered to Arthur’s apartment this morning, planning to surprise him with it when we arrive. “Is that everything?” I ask Miles, who has insisted on keeping several of his toys unpacked and clutched to his chest, “just