"I wish you wouldn't call me that," August said softly as she walked next to Greta through the market.
"You will have to get used to it eventually. And I imagine you will if you keep having feelings like the one you are having now," Greta chuckled.
"Is that… are you telling me that's a Luna thing?" August asked.
"I wouldn't know. I'm not Luna," Greta winked at her.
"But…" August started before her brows furrowed and she stared into the distance, considering all of it.
"Is it that difficult to believe? You are mated to my brother. Stop doubting yourself, August. For all of our sakes," Greta mumbled.
August felt scolded at that, and she frowned. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to doubt myself or your brother."
"I know," Greta sighed. "Don't worry about it. It's all still so new. I don't blame you."
They walked a bit longer before arriving at the front of a dress shop. "Dresses?" August's eyes went wide.
"What did you think we would wear?" Greta laughed.
