#Chapter 151: Tea for Two

Ella A few days later, the second competition for the Luna Trial was announced: etiquette. “I’m not sure how well I’ll do,” Anya said as she practiced her curtsy in front of my bedroom mirror. “I’ve never had real training… Just what my mom taught me.” “I can teach you a few tricks,” I said absentmindedly as I rocked a sleeping Lucien in my arms. Anya whirled toward me with wide eyes. “You’d really do that?” I nodded, and she furrowed her brow. “Have you had etiquette training?” Of course I had. It was the number-one thing my father drilled into my head from a very young age. A future Luna had to know how to curtsy, how to pour tea, how to hold cutlery the right way and all of the other things that came with the job. Instead of playing in the grass and climbing trees like a normal child, I was practicing how to walk with a book on my head like a diligent little Luna. Meanwhile, my fucking father couldn’t even be bothered to come to my funeral.