Another Chance for the Luna Queen by Aurora Starling

Chapter 0078

Alexander seemed to read the hesitation on my face. “There’s no obligation,” he said gently. “I can have someone drive you home if that’s what you’d prefer.”

I hesitated again, not wanting to offend him. But the truth was, I did need some space. My parents would undoubtedly want to talk about everything, and I needed time to clear my head. Slowly, I nodded.

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box.

arrange for it,” Alexander said, standing and pulling his phone from his pocket as he walked back inside the

I watched him for a moment, feeling both relief and a slight pang of regret. The day had been perfect, but I knew I needed to take things at my own pace.

The tension between us seemed to have returned when Alexander came back out to the box. I kept my focus on the game until the very end, avoiding looking at him.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had upset him somehow, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. For his part, Alexander didn’t appear upset–he was just quiet and lost in thought.

we had entered through and out to the car. There were

you straight home,” he said, leaning slightly into my personal space. “I’m glad you

I replied awkwardly, feeling the weight of

again soon,” he said, and I could hear the warmth in his voice.

nodded, struggling to find the right words. Instead, I slid into the car as Alexander closed the door behind me. The drive back to my family home felt like a blur, and

father’s beta, Alex, said as he walked through the room with a teasing smile. “I caught your television

going to be teasing me about this at dinner, aren’t

laughing at the expression on my face before leaving the room to continue whatever work he was doing.

whatever teasing they had in store could wait. I went up to my

vase I had hardly ever used and filled it with water from my bathroom tap. Carefully, 1 arranged the roses Alexander had given me. They were gorgeous and elegant, yet they

I had made to my wardrobe since my second chance began, I hadn’t

belong. My room looked like it belonged to a child. The pastel walls and stuffed animals felt foreign,

sighed, wondering if I should finally take the time to redecorate. It was about

of our connection, and I had acted immature and silly the entire time.