880 The fair mixer (5)

At Damon's rising hostility, Talia had to remind him, 'He is just a child.'

She turned to greet Ashton, who was running toward her. 

Talia smiled at Ashton. He looked super-cute with whiskers drawn on his cheeks.

"Hi, Ashton. Are you having fun?"

Ashton grinned. "I am now." He threw a side-glance at Damon. "Thank you for watching over my Luna, uncle Damon."

Two elderly people approached them with urgency. Those were Luna Michelle's parents.

The old man stopped a few steps away, but the woman stood next to Ashton.

"We are sorry that Ashton is disturbing you," Ashton's grandmother said apologetically.

"There is nothing to be sorry about," Talia said. "Ashton is a wonderful child, and I enjoy his company."

Ashton looked at his grandparents. "Why are you apologizing? I did nothing wrong. I came to talk to my future Luna."