**Luna Cleo’s Chamber** 

“Mother!” Brielle burst in, practically bouncing. “Amora and I are going shopping. We need sexy, beautiful outfits—and she’s getting her hair done too.” 

Luna Cleo looked up from her tea, one brow arched. “Brielle… what exactly are you up to?” 

Brielle flashed a wicked little smirk. “Nothing, Mother. I just want to prove to my dear brother that slim girls are superior. Unlike Lady Sabrina, who’s basically all ass and boobs.” She rolled her eyes so dramatically it was almost theatrical. 

Luna Cleo sighed. “Do you *have* to mention Sabrina’s name every five minutes?” “Oh please, Mother. I hate her guts.” 

Luna Cleo glanced at Amora, who...