Olivia's POV
"No need for a dress. I'm going to the combat ground," I said to Nora and Lolita, who were already laying out gowns across the bed for me to wear. I hated those heavily beaded dresses, but I often had no choice. As Luna, I was expected to appear in them, no matter how uncomfortable they were. The triplets were lucky—they could wear whatever they wanted when attending official meetings.
"I'll need long pants and a shirt. I'm going to the combat ground," I repeated to my personal maids, the closest people I had to friends. They treated me like a Luna should be treated, unlike the other staff who still struggled to accept me as their Luna.
