Luna stood with the fluid grace of someone who had just delivered world-altering news and was now ready to move on to more practical matters. "We'll discuss the details tonight. Privately," she said, her tone brooking no argument. "For now, we have preparations to make and appearances to maintain."
The dismissal was clear, but it left everyone feeling like they'd been handed a ticking bomb with no instructions on how to defuse it. The weight of unspoken plans and hidden strategies pressed down on the chamber like a suffocating blanket.
"Right," Samantha said weakly, still processing the fact that her wedding had somehow become a supernatural battlefield. "Preparations. For a ceremony that's also a trap. That we can't discuss. While pretending everything is normal."
"Welcome to advanced supernatural politics," Luna replied with what might have been sympathy. "The key is to act natural while planning for the impossible."
