NovelEnglishChapter 275
“Of course.”
She was quiet for a long moment, staring down at her hands. When she finally spoke, she admitted, | don't... |
don’t feel those kinds of feelings. For anyone. Not Alexander, not any man, not even women. I've never had a
crush or fallen in love or even really understood what all the fuss was about when it cto romance.”
| stared at her in shock for a moment as | processed what she'd just said.
In all my years in this life and the last, I'd never met anyone who'd been so open about not experiencing
romantic attraction. It wasn’t something that was talked about in our world- everyone, especially women, was
expected to find a mate, to fall in love, to want those things more than anything else.
“Like | said before, I'm only doing this for my family,” Anya said. “If I win this trial and becLuna, | can make
sure they're taken care of. | can bring them here to live in comfort instead of struggling to survive.”
Of course that was why she was doing this. Sweet, selfless Anya... If anyone was going to take my old place as
Luna, then it should have been her. | just wished that the man she was marrying could be
better.
Just then, we were interrupted by a knock on the door. One of the other servants poked her head in.
“All Luna Trial contestants are to report to the main hall immediately,” she announced. “They're announcing the
next phase of the competition!”
The main hall was already crowded when we arrived. The remaining contestants-there couldn't have been more
than thirty of us left-were clustered in small groups, whispering amongst themselves. | spotted Sophia near the
front, looking as perfectly put-together as always, surrounded by her two remaining followers.
“Ladies,” the event coordinator said once everyone had gathered, “thank you all for your participation thus far in
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe Luna Trial. The next phase of the trial will be a charity event.”
Anya and | exchanged looks. I'd hosted numerous charity events during my tas Luna. This would probably be
a walk in the park, unless there was a catch of skind.
“The rules are simple,” the coordinator went on. “Each contestant will set up a booth or activity designed to raise
money for the Ashclaw Pack Orphanage. Whoever raises the most money by the end of the evening will be
declared the winner of this round. The top ten fundraisers will advance to the next phase.”
The coordinator went on to explain that we were encouraged to form partnerships with other
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contestants, and we were allowed to cup with any ideas we wanted for our fundraising efforts, so long as it
was within pack laws.
After the announcement ended and we were dismissed, Anya grabbed my arm and pulledaside.
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Anya'’s face split into a grin. “Perfect! You should model one of the dresses, then!”
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