Emily's POV

"Evening Luna!" Sasha sang as she entered my room. She had a broad smile on her lips and was shaking her hips as she moved around me. She came to do my hair and make-up— obviously Luke's doing.

Sasha twirled around me, grabbing my brush, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm.

"Evening Sasha," I said, "you seem happy about something."

Sasha stopped what she was doing and giggled like a teenager having her crush talk to her.

"Sorry, Luna," she said, trying hard not to let another giggle escape. "But I think I am in love."

"Oh?" I replied. That was good news. She needed...