Chapter 44 Color Me Real

• Luna's pov
• I could still feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I walked out of the theatre, my painting wrapped carefully under my arm. The air was cool and crisp, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the pavement. Every step felt surreal—like I was drifting between two worlds.
• I’d done it. I’d actually made it. The judges had praised my work and had given me a place in the advanced program. It felt like a dream I might wake up from any second.