Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 205

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Chapter 205 Masks and Mysteries

Cecilia’s pov

Sebastian considered my request for a moment, his expression thoughtful.

Finally, he nodded. “I’ll have Tang drive you all there.”

I appreciated that he didn’t try to stop me.

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I had my own friends, my own rhythm, and my own corners of the world I wanted to belong

to–and he understood that.

“Thanks, that would be great,” I said, not refusing the offer.

With Cici still on the loose–God only knew where–having Tang nearby would definitely help me sleep better at night.

After our brief conversation, I headed home to get ready.

I chose a breezy mint-green dress perfect for summer, applied just enough makeup to enhance rather than transform, and twisted my hair into an elegant updo.

The necklace I picked was exactly what I wanted–not flashy enough to scream for attention, but still elegant.

When I came downstairs, Tang was already waiting by the car.

“Cecilia!” he called out, looking effortlessly handsome in a plain white tee and ripped jeans–the kind of casual confidence that made it look like he’d just stepped out of a Levi’s ad without trying.

I climbed into the back seat, and we set off to collect Harper and Yvonne.

First stop: Harper’s apartment.

The sapphire-blue dress I’d helped her choose hugged her tall, striking frame like it had been

custom-made.

Her bold features and don’t-mess-with-me energy made her look like she owned the room

before she even entered it.

“You were so right about this dress,” she’d told me yesterday. “It’s like you read my mind and pulled out my fashion fantasy.”

When she spotted me in the back seat, she slid in beside me instead of taking the front.

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The moment her door clicked shut, she leaned in and whispered, “Hos Sebastian found any trace of Cici? I had Levan posted outside my place last night so I could sleep. Honestly, we should’ve let Nicole stab that psycho while we had the chance.”

I gave her a smile. “Don’t worry too much. If she does come back for blood, you’re not her first target.”

Harper frowned. “That’s… somehow not comforting. If you’re her target, I’m even more

stressed!”

“Don’t stress, ladies,” Tang called from the driver’s seat. “The Alpha’s got a solid lead on her escape route. It’s just a matter of time. If she dares come back, I’ll crush her windpipe with one hand.”

Harper and I exchanged glances, both of us instinctively glancing at Tang’s arms-the kind of muscles that made you believe he absolutely could back that statement up.

Harper leaned forward, resting her chin on the seat back, her voice turning playful. “Tang, since Cecilia’s got your Alpha guarding her, maybe you could be my bodyguard tonight?”

“Sure thing,” Tang said, not missing a beat.

Harper’s face lit up like she’d just won backstage passes to a rock concert.

Cici became old news the second Tang said yes.

I could only sigh at how fast her mood could swing from vengeance to flirtation.

A few minutes later, we pulled up to Yvonne’s place.

She stepped out in a backless pink gown that somehow managed to be both sugar-sweet and borderline criminal.

One glance at her, and Harper and I both felt slightly winded.

She slid effortlessly into the passenger seat, set down her clutch, and fastened her seatbelt like she was starring in a perfume commercial.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite reckless chauffeur,” she drawled, her voice smooth as champagne.

“Hi,” Tang greeted with a grin that could sell toothpaste.

“I’m not reckless,” Tang protested, sounding just a little wounded. “I’m a very responsible driver.”

“Sure you are,” Yvonne replied, smiling lazily. “Now take us there, genius.” She gave him the address, and he pulled into traffic.

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The drive took nearly ninety minutes. We passed horse farms, winding hills, and the kind of private gates that said, “You don’t belong here unless your last name is on a building.”

Eventually, we arrived at what could only be described as a Gatsby-level estate.

All manicured lawns, marble columns, and enough hidden cameras to make the CIA jealous.

According to Yvonne, this wasn’t even Dahlia’s main residence-just one of her many playgrounds for entertaining.

Yvonne led Harper and me to the entrance.

After flashing our invitations, we were ushered into a side room where a sharply dressed staff member greeted us with a newsflash:

“There’s been a last-minute twist to the evening,” he announced with a practiced smile. “Mrs. Dahlia has decided to make this a masquerade. Please choose a mask.”

Yvonne’s brows arched. “That wasn’t in the invite.”

“A spontaneous choice,” the attendant replied smoothly. “Our hostess thought a traditional ball might be a bit… predictable. The masks add a layer of mystery.”

Yvonne tilted her head. “Fair enough. If she wants mystery, let’s give her mystery.”

Harper and I exchanged a glance but didn’t argue.

We selected elegant masks-nothing too flashy, just enough to look like we belonged in a Netflix period drama.

As we stepped back into the hallway, Harper nearly collided with another guest entering the mask room.

“Careful!” Yvonne reached out and steadied her.

I glanced at the woman–and my stomach flipped.

Luna Dora.

Luckily, I was already masked, and she didn’t give me more than a passing glance before gliding past, her heels clicking with composed authority.

She hadn’t recognized me, but I’d know that posture anywhere. And that signature burgundy gown? It was as subtle as a red alert.

“Let’s go,” I murmured, gently tugging Harper’s arm.

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