CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE † ALTERNATIVEMY BATTLE WITH Moira isn’t one of strength. It’s one of will. So, from a far corner of my mind, I watch her preen in front of three mirrors
similar to the ones I used on my sixteenth birthday. Her bright pink dress clashes with her auburn hair. The moment I think this, she pauses in her movements and sneers at her reflection. She seems
to be looking at herself, but I know she’s secretly looking at me. I cringe.
I brought her to a reality where I don’t exist. I figure with me entirely out of the way her chances of winning Luka’s feelings over are higher.
As if on cue, she steps down from the circular raised platform and saunters out of the elegantly appointed room. She takes us to a garden filled with marble statues. A party is in full swing
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