Chapter 74 The Luna Queen's Visit

• Hannah
• I smoothed my hands over the front of my dress one final time, allowing the stylist to fuss with a stray lock of hair and apply one last dusting of powder to my face. Across the foyer, Noah was being subjected to a similar flurry of last-minute primping—his necktie straightened, a bit of pomade worked through his dark hair to hold that sleek look in place.
• We didn’t dare make eye contact. Not yet. The tension still crackled between us, heavy and suffocating, and I couldn’t wait until all of this was over so we could go back to our usual routine of pretending the other didn’t exist.