Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 208

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Cecilia’s pov

I paused, slightly taken aback.

This VIP lady certainly had an interesting way of making conversation–flitting from wistful nostalgia to casual questioning in under five seconds.

She clearly assumed I was some heiress from one of Denver’s old-money families.

How very country-club of her.

“Madam,” I replied with a playful smile, “isn’t the entire point of a masquerade to preserve the mystery? I’m afraid I can’t answer that question.”

She studied my face more carefully as I spoke, something flickering in her eyes–recognition, maybe? Or suspicion? Hard to tell in this lighting.

“You’re absolutely right,” she laughed.”What was I thinking? That Mrs. Dahlia and her themed parties… always reinventing the wheel. Why turn a perfectly good gala into a masquerade?”

“Exactly,” I agreed lightly.

Privately, I thought: Probably to set you up, VIP lady.

That gold mask had felt like bait wrapped in satin. Whatever it was meant to trigger, it

wouldn’t have ended well for her.

Why Mrs. Dahlia would go to such elaborate lengths to target this particular woman, I couldn’t say.

But I was sure of one thing–she wouldn’t stop until the curtain dropped.

Should I warn her?

We entered the ballroom, both caught up in our respective thoughts.

Heads turned instinctively as we stepped in.

After the earlier commotion with Miss Hazel’s entourage, my reappearance–now with a mystery companion in tow–was bound to fuel the grapevine.

“Madam,” I said quietly, choosing my words with care, “I think you should consider leaving early tonight.”

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“Why?” The Real VIP asked her smile still intact but her tone edged with curiosity

I guided her toward the refreshment table, keeping my voice light as we selected hors

d’oeuvres

“Please don’t panic-but I overheard something outside…

I repeated the conversation I’d caught earlier in the hallway.

Despite my warming to stay calm, her face drained of color.

She froze mid-reach, fingers hovering above a canapé.

“My God,” she whispered. “Why would she do this to me? I’ve never done anything to offend her.

I watched the panic bloom across her face, her composure unraveling by the second.

“Try to stay calm,” I said gently. “Act natural. You might already be under observation.”

“Right. Right. I’m calm,’ she said, taking a shallow breath and attempting a smile.

It came out more like the expression you make when someone says ‘cheese’ and you’re on the verge of a meltdown.

‘Do I look natural?”

*Not even close. You look like a chandelier about to drop.*

I immediately regretted saying anything.

I reached out and grasped her trembling hand.

“You should leave. But not alone. Call someone you trust to come pick you up. Until then, stay where there are people.

Don’t drink anything unless it comes from the bar directly. And don’t eat anything handed to

you.”

She nodded-hard and fast.

“That’s all I can do to help,” I continued.

“I came with friends. I need to get back to them before my absence becomes a conversation

starter.”

I began to withdraw my hand.

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She gripped it again, knuckles white.

“Please don’t leave me. I’m scared.”

And you think I’m not?

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“Mrs. Dahlia will come looking for you soon,” I said, my voice low. “I’ve already disrupted her plans. If I’m still with you, I’ll be in the crosshairs too.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, finally letting go. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this.”

Her composure was returning, inch by inch.

“Go,” she said. “I’ll be alright.”

“Stay calm. Act normal,” I reminded her before walking away, a plate of tiny desserts in my hand like nothing had happened.

I wasn’t Harper. I didn’t carry a moral torch or fight for justice.

But I’d done my part.

I found Harper and Yvonne tucked away in a quiet corner, my plate of barely-touched cake balanced precariously in one hand as I filled them in on what had just happened.

They both went still.

Harper was the first to react, her expression hardening.

“If you’re going to help someone, do it properly,” she said, decisive as ever. “We have Tang waiting outside–he should come in and escort her home. Make sure she gets out safely.”

Yvonne let out a long, measured breath. “And then what? Let Mrs. Dahlia know we’ve figured out her smoke and mirrors routine? Even if we get out of here tonight, we’ll have made a very

well-connected enemy.”

She glanced around the room, voice low. “Cecilia did the smart thing. Every woman here is either rich, ruthless, or both. If that guest is Dahlia’s target, she’s probably high-profile enough to look after herself. We don’t need to get dragged into someone else’s war.”

Harper bit her lip, clearly torn, but didn’t argue.

I stabbed my fork into the cake without much enthusiasm, turning it into a sad swirl of icing

and crumbs.

“Okay, ladies,” I said, brushing cake crumbs off my skirt. “Time to vanish before this party turns into a Netflix true crime doc. I’ll text Tang to meet us out front.”

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“Agreed,” Yvonne muttered, already rising. “This isn’t our pond. Let the sharks eat each other.”

I pulled out my phone and tapped Tang’s name.

Dead silence. Then a chirpy, lifeless voice crackled in my ear:

“The number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”

I frowned and tried again. Same thing.

A cold knot tightened in my stomach. Slowly, I lowered the phone.

Harper and Yvonne were already watching me, their carefully composed expressions beginning to fray.

I forced a crooked smile. Not the reassuring kind. The “welp, we’re screwed” kind.

“Bad news,” I said. “Tang’s gone dark.”

Harper’s eyebrows pinched together. “Try Sebastian.”

I did. Nothing. Tried calling Harper’s phone–right next to me.

No ring. No buzz. Just another automated dead end.

“No signal?” she asked, glancing at her own screen.

I held mine up.

No bars. No Wi-Fi. Just two grim little words at the top: No Service.

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