"Grandmama!" Red shouted in relief as she returned to her grandmother's apartment.
"Red sweetie! I was beginning to wonder where you went off to." The old lady said.
She was hesitant to tell grandmama what happened. Would she believe all those hocus-pocuses and how she almost ended up getting shot by a miniature bitch with a water gun? Or that the guy who she was with was her sworn protector and would give everything he has for her to win the crown (which she was apparently one of the few chosen candidates for).
When the herald motioned for her to come forward with the moon dust they gathered, it announced that of all the candidates, Red had been able to gather the most moon dust and by default won the first trial. It was either pure luck or she was actually destined to succeed even at a huge disadvantage; she was euphoric with how things turned out.
