Chapter 122 The Muse Is Not Yours

• Luna's POV
• I don’t remember the exact moment the silence fell over the hall. Maybe it was when I walked up the steps, maybe when I reached for the mic, maybe when Leo realized I wasn’t about to play along with his fairytale proposal.
• All I know is that by the time I opened my mouth, every single person in that glittering Venetian ballroom was staring at me. Lights from the chandeliers bounced off sequins and diamonds, flashbulbs kept popping from the press pit, and still, it felt like a vacuum. Like the whole world was holding its breath.