“This probably isn’t something you’re supposed to say at a moment like this, but I think the moon is seriously overrated.” “A moment like what?” I bite my cheeks, taming the grin that threatens to take over my face. “And the stars?” I ask, once the smile is under control. “Wildly underrated,” he declares with a grin. He looks up again. “The sky is a storybook,” he says then. “Every constellation’s like its own fairy tale.”