Chapter 118 A Rotten Crown

• Luna's POV
• The night had that strange heaviness again. The kind that made the walls of the studio feel closer, like the air was pressing down on me. My desk was littered with press reports, folders, half-drunk coffee cups, and my laptop blinking at me like it knew I didn’t want to open it again.
• I was supposed to be reviewing PR material for the Fashion Vanguard Awards. The team had already polished some statements, highlighted journalists to reach out to, even drafted possible soundbites in case I won. But my stomach churned every time I looked at the word winner.