Apphia

I glare at the brunette who hugged my mate at my Luna ceremony as she approaches me cockily. She has the perfect hourglass figure with big boobs and is wearing a low-cut black dress that shows off her legs. She looks at me like I'm dirt beneath her shoe. I try to remember her name, but it eludes me. She stops and scowls at me once she's within arms' reach.

" Afia, is it?" she sneers.

" Apphia," I correct, my voice small. She knows my name but is trying to aggravate me. This woman has come to intimidate me. I summon all the courage I require; I refuse...