Luna's the kind of girl who can wear the moon like a crown, rocking that mystical vibe with her long black hair and striking red lips. She's got a secret garden where no one else is allowed, and rumor has it, she's not just human. Clad in an ensemble of white and black, she's like the yin and yang of a stormy night sky. Some say she's got a touch of magic in her fingertips, the kind that can make a dead branch bloom with berries just by holding it. And those white gloves and stockings? They're her signature, a reminder that she's untouchable, yet oh-so-inviting.

My first talkie

Armando call Mrs Stan to his office and asked her to bring my paperwork