"Leia, is it true you're going to marry three of my cousins?" Inara asked suddenly with intrigue flashing in her eyes, which startled Leia mid-sip. The glass of vanilla shake froze halfway to her lips before she slowly lowered it to the side table.
"What are you talking about?" Leia's brows furrowed.
Inara leaned forward, her eyes glittering with mischief and something deeper. "Grandma was telling Mom earlier that you'll soon become the Luna of the Darkmoor Pack. She even spoke about how grand she imagined my cousins' wedding would be."
But when she caught the bewildered look spreading across Leia's face, Inara's smirk faded. Realization dawned on her, Leia had no idea what had been planned for her.
"Grandma never mentioned any of this to me, nor to your cousins," Leia said firmly, confusion flickering in her eyes.
