The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 54

“Yeah,” Shyanne agreed, folding her legs beneath her as she perched at the edge of the bed. “If Toren’s serious about sending us shopping, we need sizes. Dress size, pants, bras, shoes—everything. Give us the numbers and we’ll do the rest.”

I froze. My smile faltered as embarrassment sank into my chest. I dropped my gaze to the blanket, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I… don’t know.”

The silence that followed felt sharp, almost painful. My hands curled in my lap as I braced myself for laughter, for mocking words—something sharp and cruel, something Lyra would’ve said.

But instead, Marianne reached out and covered my hand with hers. Her touch was warm, steady. “You don’t know?” she asked gently, tilting her head.

I shook my head, shame clawing at me. “I’ve never been shopping before. Not once. I only ever wore hand-me-downs. Whatever was thrown my way, I wore. Pants too short, sleeves too long, shoes that pinched.” My throat tightened, the words scraping raw. “So I don’t know what I am. I don’t know what size.”

The twins looked at each other, something silent passing between them. Their playful smiles softened, their energy shifting from teasing to something tender.

Shyanne scooted closer, nudging my shoulder with hers. “Then we’ll figure it out together. Easy. We’ll take measurements, compare them to ours, and get you everything you need. And when I say everything, I mean it.”

Marianne squeezed my hand. “Shopping’s supposed to be fun, Kira. Not a punishment. You’ll see—it’s not about numbers. It’s about finding what makes you feel good. And we’re going to make sure you have options.”

My chest ached in a way I didn’t expect—not from sadness this time, but from the unfamiliar weight of kindness.

“You mean it?” I asked, my voice small, almost childlike.

“Of course we do,” Marianne said firmly. “You’re family now.”

My breath caught. Family. Not the kind I was born into, but the kind that chose me.

Shyanne clapped her hands suddenly, the sound startling a laugh out of me. “Alright, first things first. Bras.”

My face went crimson. “No—”

“Yep,” she interrupted with a mischievous grin. “Do you have any idea what size you are?”

I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. “No!”

Marianne snorted, laughing so hard she nearly toppled off the bed. “We’ll fix that. Don’t worry. We’ve got tricks.”

“Tricks?” I echoed nervously, peeking at them through my fingers.

Shyanne’s grin turned wicked. “Yeah. We’ll measure under your bust and across the fullest part. Basic math. Easy. Then we’ll start you off with three basics: black, nude, and…” Her eyes sparkled. “Something lacy. Trust me, with an Alpha like Toren, you’re going to want lacy.”

“Shyanne!” I buried my face deeper in my hands as both of them dissolved into a fit of laughter, their giggles bouncing off the walls.

“Okay, okay,” Marianne gasped, trying to catch her breath. “Next—pants. What kind do you like? Jeans? Leggings? Skirts?”

I peeked at them, still blushing. “I… don’t know. I’ve never had a choice.”

That shut them up.

For a moment, they just stared at me, their expressions shifting from shock to something like sorrow. Then Shyanne leaned forward, determination blazing in her eyes. “Then we’ll get one of everything. Jeans, leggings, skirts, dresses—you’ll try them all and decide what you like. Your choice, Kira. For once in your life, it’ll be your choice.”

The lump in my throat made it hard to speak, so I just nodded.

Marianne recovered first. She smiled warmly. “Shoes, too. Sneakers, flats, maybe some heels. What size foot do you think you are?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered again.

“Then we’ll guess,” Shyanne said cheerfully, refusing to let the mood drop. “We’ll bring back a range and see what fits. Worst case, we’ll return what doesn’t. Easy.”

My heart squeezed painfully, overwhelmed by the sudden reality of what they were offering. Not just clothes, but freedom. Choices.

I swallowed hard and whispered, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank us yet,” Marianne teased, bumping her shoulder against mine. “Wait until you see what we pick out.”

I laughed, shaky but real, and the sound surprised even me.

Shyanne suddenly fished into the pocket of her leggings and pulled out her phone. “Okay, so while we’re at it, let’s give you a preview.” She tapped rapidly at the screen before turning it toward me. “What about something like this?”

On the screen was a picture of a soft, flowing sundress in pale blue, the fabric light and airy. My breath caught. It was beautiful—simple, but delicate, like something I’d never dared to imagine myself in.

“It’s… pretty,” I admitted softly.

“Pretty?” Marianne laughed. “That’s drop-dead gorgeous, and it would look amazing on you.”

Shyanne swiped to another photo, this time a pair of sleek black leggings paired with an oversized sweater. “Or casual. Cozy but still cute.”

“That…” I smiled faintly. “That actually looks comfortable.”

“Comfortable and flattering,” Marianne added with a wink. “Trust me, we’ve got you covered.”

They kept scrolling—denim jackets, ankle boots, flowy skirts, even a little black dress that made me choke on my own breath.

“Oh no,” I blurted, shaking my head. “I couldn’t wear that!”

“Yes, you could,” Shyanne said firmly, smirking. “And Toren would die.”

I covered my face again, groaning. “You two are relentless.”

“That’s because we like you,” Marianne said simply.

Their words hit me harder than I expected, knocking the breath right out of my chest.

The twins kept showing me pictures, their voices weaving together in excited chatter. What colors did I like? Did I prefer flowy or fitted? Did I want jewelry, scarves, hair ties? They scribbled lists, arguing playfully over what would look best on me, their laughter filling the room.

And through it all, for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like a burden. I felt like a girl planning something normal. Something fun.

By the time Toren’s voice rumbled from the hallway, calling for the twins to get ready to leave, I realized my cheeks hurt from smiling.