Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0136
For a few seconds, it’s as if we’re the only two people in the room. Words fail me. My mind is a thicket

of emotions, feelings too intricate and tangled to put into coherent thought.

When Karl finally sits back down, a part of me wants to run away, to escape this newfound reality

where the lines between past and present blur. But I stay put, because running would mean letting go,

and letting go means losing a piece of myself that I’ve just rediscovered.

“Now,” Karl says, raising his glass. “Let’s enjoy this delicious dinner prepared by a renowned chef.”

The room comes alive as plates are set and glasses are filled. The aroma of the three-course meal I’ve

painstakingly prepared fills the air, and the murmurs return with time.

“The food smells incredible,” remarks one of the Betas, breaking the ice. Others nod, murmuring their

agreement.

“Yes, it’s delicious, too,” Karl adds, casting me a meaningful look from across the table.

Except for Gianna. Oh, I catch her alright, barely taking a bite, making faces like she’s ingesting poison.

She doesn’t speak throughout the entire dinner, and when plates are taken away, hers is still full. She

and the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her wine around in her glass

deathly stare

it pass. I don’t need her approval, not when I see the

on the faces of everyone else in

like to dance?” Karl announces once the

fills the air as couples pair off, leaving Karl and me in a widening

towards me, a silent request that sends

you do me the honor?” he

shouldn’t,”

are stern. “Dance

hand, letting him lead me to the makeshift dance floor. For

times. His body is pressed close to mine, his hand is resting on the small of my

overwhelms me. It’s all I can do to

from blushing.

notice that the expression on Karl’s face

emotion that I

thought you didn’t want to attend the dinner,”

look up at him, our eyes meeting briefly before I find myself having to

not when he’s holding me like this. “I wanted to prove someone wrong,”

“To prove that I’m not

you that you were

towards Gianna, who stands isolated, observing us with a face

see the butler lean toward her, murmuring something