Luna walked into the party, wearing her new little hat. Michael had a hold of her shoulder.
She could see just fine, through the lace of the vale, but he decided to escort her.
They mingled and drank, most of the night. They danced when the music slowed down.
Luna peered around his arm, to get a glimpse of the crowd.
A man stared back from the corner, it was the voyeur from the store.
His hair was clean, his suit was tailored. A different look than before.
Luna remained suspicious, of his clever little disguise.
Luna couldn’t stop staring, into his dirty blue eyes.