I was met by the snotty gaze of Stella. Now what in the duckety duck was she doing here?

What was she really here for? Moon Goddess forbid the idea of someone telling her of my rejection. I didn't need it to be rubbed in my face by two persons- Dmitri was already a painstakingly hot reminder.

My mom beckoned me and I wasn't sure how to feel at this exact moment.

Surely mother knew that I don't get along with Stella? But to be fair she probably thought I'd get along with Stella since she's Mia's sister and Mia is my only friend.

I heard my now angry mother bellow from the living room, the sound making me whoosh over to where she was.

Mom stated in a rush and was on her way out of the room when I stopped her.

I questioned, slightly confused about the whereabouts of Dad and Knox.

Mom spoke and left but not before kissing me on my forehead.

I took a big gulp and walked inside. Not sure what I was expecting to see but it sure as hell wasn't the sight of Mia cramped between so many pouffy and sparkly dresses.

My confused gaze was enough to cut off Mia's ramblings. How did she know what was going on? Sure I had yet to fill her in about everything that had happened but this entire thing was mine to tell Mia. For the Moon Goddess' sake, I'm the one who got rejected darn it!

I don't mind my mother telling Mia. Nope I really don't. But it's the fact that Stella's at my house right now, probably listening in on our convos in the hallway. Not like she needed to eavesdrop anyways. She'd probably already been told that I'd been rejected and Stella being Stella she would probably be rejoicing right now. To her my pain and sadness was joy.

Mia gave me an apologetic look and then pulled me into one of her bone crushing hugs.

For someone who was an inch shorter than me- even though I'm not exactly tall or average height either, she definitely had a lot of strength in her, which was displayed whenever she gave one of her infamous hugs.

, I pretended to rub my eyes as if there was glitter in them. Don't get me wrong, I love dresses, and even more I love wearing dresses. But this? These hideous pieces on the floor made me want to puke.

It was as if I'm in Jojo Siwa's closet or underground lair. I shuddered at the thought of how glittery and colourful the mental image I had created was.

Mia scolded me, and I had to take a look around the room to make sure my mom had left and hopefully didn't hear Mia swear.

Mom wasn't in the room thankfully, which brought my attention back to Mia and what she had just said.

I responded to Mia.

Since she still hadn't given me an actual reason as to why she was sitting in my living room which was currently transformed with enough glitter to look as if it was Jojo Siwa's bedroom, I assumed that Mia was making another dress for her 'collection'. Mia was very skilled in making and designing dresses and although I didn't feel comfortable modelling them to others, I always tried some on just for Mia and even gave her feedback on them.

Mia declared, a heavy tone of determination coating her entire mini speech and I was scared. Don't get me wrong, Mia would never even step on an ant- not even accidentally, but it was times like this that she seemed so scary.

I know you're probably wondering, how on earth could someone as 'sweet' as Mia be scary? Well, let me give you an example.

There's that time she tried setting the local supermarket on fire because the cashier had recognised her fake ID when she tried to ease him into letting her buy a bottle of Bicardi. Or that time she ripped up everyone's finals because everybody kept complaining about how they'll probably fail so she went and got rid of those worries for us. Trust me- the examples continue but I'll leave it there for just now.

I grimaced at Mia and her dirty words. Where was the holy water when you needed it the most?

Mia threw a dress at me and clapped her hands as if I was some circus monkey that would dance to her beat.

Knowing I had no choice in this matter, I grabbed the dress and walked into the hallway bathroom to quickly change.

It was a wine red velvet dress, with spaghetti straps and a low neckline and I couldn't help but feel so exposed and naked. Sure it was a pretty dress, but there was no way that I was going to wear this. What if I was getting up and people could see my panties as well?

Besides, it would gather me unwanted attention from any unnamed wolves that would be there, rather than Dmitri's attention. A sharp pang made itself known within the four chambers of my heart at the thought of Dmitri not paying any attention to me.

I wiped away the tears that threatened to slide down my cheeks and washed my face. I needed to stay strong. I can't keep on being weak like this.

Suddenly the remembrance of the fact that tomorrow the Luna would be announced made me nauseous and without warning I began spilling the contents of my half eaten dinner into the toilet. Fun times.

I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. I didn't get any vomit on the dress but I did manage to make it smell like the absolute definition of foul and disgusting. Which was of course, a huge plus on my side, seeing as I would no longer have to wear that dress. Thank the moon goddess.

A harsh knock on the bathroom door brought me back to reality.

Mia squealed and I grimaced at the realisation that us wolves had super enhanced and heightened senses so she could smell the vomit almost as if it was right in her nostrils, despite the fact that she had come from all the way from the living room.

Opening the door, I stepped out of the bathroom with a grim look on my face, and my teeth gritted in await of Mia's reaction to me changing back into my previous clothes which consisted of a baggy tee shirt and sweatpants.

Mia came sauntering over and surprisingly enough she wasn't mad at me for changing. In fact she slapped her backhand against my forehead and transformed her mouth into an 'o' shape of confusion.

Mia asked worriedly.

I lied, hoping that Mia wouldn't catch on to my lies.

Mia scowled, she was obviously angry at me for lying but I knew she was worried about my health is all.

Mia declared, leaving not even an inch of space for any refusals on my behalf.

Knowing I had no choice in this matter, I sauntered over to the kitchen, closely following behind Mia as if she was mama duck and I was a lost little chick.

Mia stopped her ramblings under her breath and turned abruptly so she was now facing me.

I nervously said, a bit scared of the clogs turning in Mia's suspecting mind.

Mia queried, her eyes holding a knowing gaze.

Nodding my head yes I continued to stare at her in confusion- where was she going with this?

Mia finished, her confident voice making me shake in disbelief.

There's no way I was pregnant. I haven't even- wait I did it with Dmitri. But there's no way someone could have symptoms within one week or more, right?

I huffed in denial, somewhat angry that Mia was suspecting this.

Mia mumbled still giving me her 'I knew it' look.

I stated, leaving no room for an argument and walked into the kitchen.

Mia spoke softly, giving me a warm hug and handing me the plate of food she had been piling up for me in between her debate about me being pregnant.

I questioned, feeling a bit greedy for shoving food into my mouth like an untamed animal whilst she just stood there and watched.

Mia winked before continuing,

Mia threatened, her voice going deeper with every word of threat.

I fake stuttered and gave her a false salute of approval.

And without waiting for my response Mia sauntered out of the room and back to the living room to make only the goddess knows what a colourful catastrophe she'll be making.

I scraped the contents of my plate clean and washed it, dried it, and left the kitchen but still sat at the table for a while, wondering what would happen tomorrow.

Would I be able to face Dmitri?

Hold up a second- where did everyone go?

And why was Stella here?

Just as I was about to call out for Mia, the sounds of a high heel stomping the ground and the sickly sweet smell of a Victoria's Secret perfume clouded my nose and- you guessed it- made me feel nauseous.

Smirked Stella, her words stabbing me deeply at the mention of my rejection.

So someone did tell her.

Stella droned, all her atrocious attempts to make me angry worked.

I can't erase this fact from Stella's memory but I can sure as hell hope that she doesn't know who exactly rejected me, right?

Shrieked Mia, hobbling over from the living room, absolutely covered in ribbons and lace.

Mia walker over to Stella and began dragging her alongside herself.

Stella walked on but not before mumbling a harsh; "What does she even need a dress for?" which was followed by a loud 'thump' noise- my guess is that Mia probably smacked her. Good.

Not wanting to stick around and hear more nonsense and sarcastic remarks from my dearest Stella, I stomped up the stairs to my room and opened the balcony door, staring out into the open sky.

Tonight was a full moon, an enchanting, scintillating moon that threw its moonlight around the bushy forest as if a dusky shade of glitter was scattered on top.

I sighed before uttering a silent word of prayer to the moon goddess.

I begged, probably looking like a psycho to any normal human passing by. Then again no sane human would be walking by a forest at like midnight?

I was just about to sleep when I heard sounds of numerous thumps from the forest. Not being bothered enough to check, I lay back in bed- today had been way too eventful as it was already and I was so not ready to face another possible disaster.

It was finally time for a much needed rest-before tomorrow, where I was sure calamity would brew.