Aria stood by the window of her room in the D’Argon mansion, staring out at the sprawling fields bathed in morning light. Her fingers fidgeted with her phone as anxiety twisted in her stomach. Today, she had to break the news—to her friends, to the life she once knew.

The silence was broken by a soft knock. Seraphina entered, graceful as ever, holding a pale lavender dress.

"You’ll wear this today," she said gently. "You need to look like the Luna you’re becoming."

Aria took the dress with trembling hands. "What if they don’t understand?"

Seraphina smiled softly. "They won’t. Not entirely. But say what you must… and hold back...