BRENDA

"Leave before things start becoming ugly!" I warn Eunice who has already picked Bruce's drink. She empties all the contents in the bottle into her mouth then down her throat.

"You don't mean it, do you?" She asks, glaring at me daringly. "I'm not moving an inch from here, Luna." She resists, the word 'Luna' rolling from her lips as if she's mocking me. Well, I just let that slide.

"You know what? you can enjoy humiliating me, you can have Bruce as well but you won't become the people's Luna because it's me who they recognise." I say and since I don't want to attract attention, I pick...