Chapter 76 Luna Studio

• Luna's POV
• The rain had stopped by the time we reached the town square. It was early—barely past dawn—and the cobblestones still glistened beneath our feet like glass beads. My boots made soft tapping sounds as I walked, pulling my small cart behind me. It held everything I had: scarves printed with my paintings, hand-sewn tote bags, a few art prints in thin wooden frames, and a folding table I’d bought secondhand from a widow who ran a bookstore down the street.
• The town smelled like wet stone and espresso. Somewhere nearby, bread was baking. The kind of scent that clings to your hair and makes your heart ache for something you haven’t had in a long time—peace, maybe. Or a life that felt like your own.