Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 213

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Chapter 213 A Desperate Escape (Part 2)

Cecilia’s pov

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The guests who had followed us descended into panic the moment they realized we couldn’t

exit.

“Mrs. Dahlia!” The Real VIP exploded, her usual poise gone. “What exactly is this? Are you trying to kidnap us?”

Harper glanced up, her jaw set with tension. “Looks like k********g was the plan all along.”

Yvonne’s face went pale as moonlight.

Mrs. Dahlia looked genuinely rattled.

She rushed to the doors and tugged at them with both hands, shaking her head frantically.

“They can’t be locked. I don’t understand–this wasn’t supposed to happen!”

More guests overheard the exchange. Panic spread like fire in dry grass.

“There really is no signal!”

“What the hell is going on?”

“My husband will bury you if something happens to me!”

“Open the doors! Open them now!”

The women–once statues of elegance and icy perfection–crumbled into frantic, terrified

creatures.

Their designer dresses swirled around them as they ran around in a panic, their perfect makeup beginning to smudge with sweat and fear.

Mrs. Dahlia kept apologizing, over and over, insisting she knew nothing about the locks.

She dispatched her staff to check all the side exits, her hands fluttering like trapped birds.

“Maybe it’s a mechanical issue,” she said, grasping for logic in a room rapidly losing it.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Locke began ascending the spiral staircase like a priestess returning to her altar, her black dress trailing behind her like spilled ink.

Someone shouted, “That crow-witch is behind this! Don’t let her escape!”

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But no one moved.

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Mrs. Locke turned her head slowly, fixing the woman with a look so cold, so final, it was as if she’d already signed her death certificate.

Silence fell.

The ballroom had sixteen side doors in total.

Mrs. Dahlia ordered them all opened, splitting guests into groups, directing them toward various exits like a frantic cruise director trying to salvage a doomed voyage.

I glanced at Luna Dora and The Real VIP beside us–the three of us were almost certainly on Maggie Locke’s personal hit list.

With sixteen doors, it wouldn’t be hard to assign one of them as our “death door.”

I turned to Yvonne, lowering my voice. “Take Harper and go with the others.”

We were all vulnerable–but there was no reason to drag my friends down with me.

Harper grabbed my arm and linked hers through it with force.

“Are you high? We came together, we leave together. Don’t pull that martyr crap now.”

I sighed. That was Harper–ride-or-die, even in heels.

I turned to Yvonne. “Please…”

She cut me off. “I brought you to this ball,” she said. “And yes, I’m scared out of my mind. But I’m more scared of you two idiots haunting me out of guilt if something happens.”

She looked between us. “So congrats. You’re stuck with me.”

Luna Dora and The Real VIP were staring at the three of us now, wide-eyed and weirdly moved, like the side characters in a drama who suddenly realize they’ve wandered into the main plot.

Great, I thought.

We’ve just gone from slim odds of survival to none at all.

Fantastic.

“Let’s go together then,” I said, resigned.

Harper scanned the side doors.

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“Which way should we go?”

“I’m afraid it doesn’t matter,” I replied.

“Pick a door, any door-there’s a trap waiting behind all of them.”

Yvonne’s eyes darted nervously from wall to wall.

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“She’s not after everyone,” she whispered. “She’s targeting these two ladies and you, who got dragged into this mess. Let’s take a door with more people–in the chaos, we might have a

chance.”

While we were strategizing, Mrs. Dahlia, having directed several groups of guests, was walking briskly toward us.

“Quick, let’s run. That way,” I said, lifting my dress and sprinting toward the first door on the right, where a group of ladies was already heading out.

Harper and Yvonne immediately followed suit.

Behind us, Luna Dora and the Real VIP followed reluctantly, their expressions a mix of panic and wounded pride–like royalty forced to flee through the servants’ door.

Mrs. Dahlia’s voice rang out behind us:

“Wait! There’s no need to run, come back!”

Her tone was sugar, but the edge beneath it made us run faster.

Wait to be caught? Not a chance.

We caught up easily with the women ahead–six of them, dressed to kill and walking like this was still a gala.

They turned as we approached, their heels tapping leisurely against the tile, surprised by our

urgency.

Behind us, Mrs. Dahlia stopped at the threshold. She didn’t follow.

My stomach dropped. If she didn’t bother chasing us… maybe she didn’t need to.

Maybe every exit was a trap.

Yvonne approached the women ahead.

“We should pick up the pace,” she said.

A woman in a sapphire mask laughed lightly.

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