[Girl Who Had Everything Except Warmth]
Luna Valentina had always been told she was lucky.
Not in a jealous way. Not in a must-be-nice way. In that casual, dismissive tone people used when they wanted to end a conversation without thinking too hard about it.
You're lucky.Like that explained everything.
And on paper, she absolutely was.
Her parents had money. Not buy-a-private-island-and-name-it-after-the-dog money, but enough that bills were invisible and groceries just… appeared. The fridge was always full. The lights were always on. She never had to choose between gas and lunch or pretend she wasn't hungry because it was cheaper to skip meals.
That kind of rich. The quiet kind. The kind that pretended it was normal and expected gratitude in exchange.
Her mother was the director of Mercy Hospital.
Which meant power.
