The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309

Ella’s POV

They would never know how my heart ached as I heard those whispers.

Once, I was Alexander’s Luna. But I could never be that again–beautiful dress or not. Not unless I found a cure for this curse, which I was losing hope over day by day.

Still, I kept my smile fixed on my face and made my way through the crowd toward where the other contestants were gathered near the front of the room.

The ballroom was decorated beautifully–white roses were clustered everywhere, golden lights were strung across the ceiling, and there was even a champagne fountain. It was exactly the kind of event I used to plan as Luna, back when that was my job. Back when I had a place here.

Now I was just the nanny in a beautiful dress, waiting to watch my husband marry another woman.

I was just making my way toward Anya when I heard abrasive laughter coming from across the room. Pausing, I scanned the crowd and found Sophia almost immediately. She was standing near the bar surrounded a gaggle of women, all of whom were giggling and fawning over her dress.

The moment she saw me, her eyes narrowed venomously. If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead in an instant.

In that moment, I knew in my bones that it was Sophia who destroyed my dress. I knew it as sure as I knew the sky was blue and gravity was real.

But deep down, I was just glad that she had mistaken me for the future Luna. Her mistake meant that she’d targeted me instead of Anya, who didn’t deserve that kind of vindictive cruelty. I had dealt with Sophia too many times to be bothered by her antics.

I deliberately turned away from Sophia and accepted a glass of champagne from a passing server. The bubbles tickled my nose as I took a sip, and I continued working my way through the crowd.

“Stella.”

I turned at the sound of the familiar voice to find Liam standing behind me, leaning on a cane. He was wearing one of his usual suits, although it was hanging off of his skinnier frame and he looked pale and drawn.

“Liam, what are you doing here?” I gasped, rushing over to him. “You should be resting.”

“I wanted to support you. May I have this dance?”

The music had started playing, and couples were beginning to crowd the dance floor. My shoulders sagged with a small sigh, and I shook my head, although a faint smile was tugging at my lips.

“You’re incorrigible.” I took his hand and gently began guiding him toward the dance floor. “But just one dance. And then I want you to go home and rest.”

Nodding, Liam led me into a slow waltz. His feet were a little unsteady and he had to lean on me for support, but I had to admit, it was nice to have this chance to dance with him. For all I knew, it could be my last.

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“I have news,” he said quietly, dipping his head so he was whispering in my ear. “Hunter found me a witch.”

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