The conversation I had with Wyatt was still in my head as I was putting on my makeup, and he actually misinterpreted my meaning after repeatedly hinting at it. In fact, I was merely comparing Shirley to me, implying that there was no need for him to necessarily follow Moon Goddess' advice if he wanted a satisfactory Luna. But I didn't expect him to think that I liked the smell of her perfume and wanted him to get me a bottle...

I don't think I need to put on blush anymore, my cheeks are already a rosy shade in the mirror, and I'm faintly burning. Wyatt always looks confident, but...