Yes, he was that slimy, envious enough to have his parents run interference and twist his family's arms into forcing her to go to the dance with him.
Jules Aster was a wealthy heiress, a beautiful girl, not as gorgeous as Isla Smith. Smith, a last name without the Asters´ lineage, but with ten thousand more beauty and poise. I have no idea where that thought came from.
That year, I got to see up close the harsh reality of rejection, and I swore that no other woman would ever turn her back on me. I liked Jules a lot; I was invested in her, and even when she explained to me why she had to accept Luke's invitation — more so, even when I understood that it was not her but her family — the pain was unbearable.
The night of the dance, I decided not to go, big f*****g mistake… Luke drugged
