The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0437

I frowned deeper. Julian was always playing the angles. Would he have put me down to impress Bridget? That didn’t really sound like him.

“He called you… oh, forgive me. A manipulative tramp. A two–faced woman. Someone who only cared about him for his money and power.” 1

Julian would not say that about me. He knew, after all this time, that those things weren’t true. After everything we’d been through together, I struggled to believe he would say those words even in an attempt to win Bridget.

I tried to see through her tears now, but God, she was such a good actress. She truly seemed genuine.

But then, did Julian actually say those things…?

“The worst,” Bridget sniffled. “Oh, Piper, if I could unhear these things I would.”

“It’s alright,” I said.

She nodded. “He said he is only kind to you because he feels so bad for you. A single mother from a lower class. What hope do you have in the competition without his help?”

That one stung, striking straight through my chest like a spear covered in barbed wire.

I didn’t want to believe Julian could say something like that. I wanted to think that our friendship was mutually beneficial to us both. But… I was so far beneath the princes socially, and all I’d seemed to do since my arrival was bring them trouble. 1

Maybe Julian had said that. Maybe he’d meant it.

what to believe.

said. “After this happened, I couldn’t think of what to do but to tell you.”

hurricane raged inside my chest. Still, through my own

mean?” she asked.

his feelings?

not! It was bad enough to hear those words.

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stepped forward and tugged me into a hug. “We girls have

competition, that was untrue, though I supposed I appreciated

and hurried back to my room to get dressed. By now, Elva

her. Charlotte cast me a suspicious sideways glance as I came into the room. I gave a subtle headshake. Whatever had just happened, I

the top of her head, wished her good morning, then went

I had to talk

when I went to his room and knocked on his door, neither Brian nor he answered.

my ear to the door, I could hear only silence within.

help but question Bridget’s story. Any or all of

But.

they were true, that I reasoned, by that logic, all of it could be true..

down to the dining room. A few early–rising candidates were

ballroom, and there