Let’s start all over again,shall we?

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A sense of unease gripped Maggie, her chest constricted with anxiety.

The prospect of encountering Nathael again intensified her uncase.

“Sure,” she replied promptly.

In a swift decision, Maggie sought solace in distraction.

That night, Maggie and Mia hit up one of Aquapolis’s hottest clubs, discovering Leo and Lucas already

there.

“Joyce is wrapping up her filming overseas, and she’ll be back soon,” Mia shared, perusing the menu.

“That’s a good news,” Maggie remarked, uncorking a bottle of wine and pouring generous servings for all.

Meanwhile, Lucas, donned in a black hoodie and duckbill cap, remained immersed in his laptop. His youthful face bearing a distant, pale expression.

Quiet and introspective, Lucas seldom shared much. Maggie had faith that he’d keep her request for information confidential.

Leo, clad in a light gray suit with a few shirt buttons undone, seemed less welcoming to strangers, his usual. warmth overshadowed by a touch of arrogance. His gaze, akin to bright moons, oscillated between distant chilliness and occasional softness, lingering on Maggie.

“Don’t fixate on me, just enjoy your drink,” Maggie cautioned. She’d always been on guard when he gazed at her.

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In the intricate dance of understanding, while Nathael and his brother wielded the decipher minds, Leo held an unmatched comprehension of Maggie’s inner workings.

With Leo, Maggie discovered a sanctuary, confident that he’d safeguard her confidences, even if they pierced his own heart.

But… could she be causing him pain too?

Reminiscing about their shared history, Maggie recalled Leo’s usual aloofness, punctuated by moments of reckless abandon upon the revelation of what Nathael did.

penetrating gaze, Maggie allowed herself

allure of foreign wines, they relished each sip from

the dim lights woven

audience.

intoxication, Maggie sensed her movements gradually slowing, a paradoxical effect of her

efforts.

the pursuit of inebriation led to a curious clarity.

glow of a cigarette.

heavily

my dad’s at it again. I caught him red–handed with some woman in a hotel,” Mia revealed, sprawled on the

clearly soured, Mia leaned heavily on Maggie, who seemed lost in thought.

why bother making a fuss now?” Mia sighed,

hair and drawing her close. “Mr. Jordan won’t bring her home, and she’s not your

opting

treated Mia kindly. Despite lavishing affection. on her late mother, he sought solace in another woman less than three years after

fleeting infatuation, commitment–phobia, or genuine affection, Jordan had a history of flings. Marriage was never in his plans, signalling his aversion to commitment. He wasn’t exactly faithful, but he didn’t

all quite irritating.

the fact that we’ll all kick the bucket one day?” Maggie’s voice was

life because you’ll catch plenty of Z’s after you’re gone. So, gotta make that bed comfy for the long nap,” Mia replied, her gaze fixed lazily on the vibrant, surreal stage, resembling a beautiful Persian

How to croak?” Maggie

the bucket, I’ve gotta splurge on the fanciest

and diamonds, stuffed with all my favourite bling. Even in the afterlife, I

shine!”

Mia stood up straight. “How

Maggie remained silent.

fervently invited, he opted for

felt a headache brewing.

practicality, she realised Mia might not require it soon, but

everybody is cremated

when Maggie’s phone buzzed on the table.

an eyebrow at the notification. “It’s Harris, the

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screen, silent for a while, showing

two fighting?” Mia asked, puzzled.

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