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

the cappuccinos, resorting instead to swirling her

stare

with irritation, but I let it pass. I don’t need her approval, not when I see the look of

on the faces of everyone else in

to dance?” Karl announces

couples pair off, leaving Karl and me

hand towards me, a silent request that sends an unexpected thrill up

me the honor?” he

shouldn’t,” I

eyes are stern. “Dance

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

mine, his

overwhelms me. It’s all I can do to keep

from blushing.

the expression on Karl’s face has shifted. His eyes

emotion that I

to attend

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

he’s holding me like this. “I wanted to prove someone wrong,” I murmur,

prove that I’m not a pathetic

slightly. “Who told you that you were

towards Gianna, who stands isolated, observing us with a face like a storm cloud. I

as I see the butler