Chapter 78 The Fine Print

• Luna's POV
• There was paint on my hands again.
• The kind of messy, unapologetic smudges that got under my nails and stained my cuticles. It should’ve bothered me—especially after spending years living in a world where my image was polished and curated to perfection. But now, standing in the middle of my new studio with the scent of raw canvas and turpentine in the air, I felt more alive than I had in years.