I nervously paced the floors of our room. Yeah, you heard it right. The room was now ours. It was no longer mine or his. It's now ours.
I was putting on the clothes the maid gave to me.
“Will he love this?” I glanced at the clothes for the tenth time since she helped me put them on.
Moon went out with Jol and was yet to return.
I strode over to the window and glanced out at the bright Moon, whose light illuminated the room.
I leaned on the window with a sigh.
Most times, seeing the moon reminds me so much of the time I spent with my family during the full moon.
Mother was fond of telling tales about the moon and the objects on it. Though her stories sounded fake, I still loved to listen to them all.
