Zoriana sighed deeply. No matter how she felt, he was still her fated mate.
“Let’s meet tonight at Walters, 6 PM,” she messaged back. A large, pulsating heart immediately appeared in response.
This time, Zoriana didn’t bother with her outfit. She had no intention of trying to impress Gael, and the diner was casual anyway. She threw on a leopard-print sundress and black sandals with small heels before heading to the meeting point.
Gael’s face lit up the moment she entered the restaurant. He stood immediately, taking her hand in his and kissing her cheek.
“You look incredible, my Luna Queen,” he murmured, his gaze full of an almost painful devotion.
The only Luna Queen you have is Flavia, Zoriana thought, but she simply nodded politely.
Gael sank back into the red artificial leather so
