Chapter Eleven
Ana
I walked into the grand hall of the old estate, every step feeling like a battle against my own nerves.
The music was soft, the kind of expensive melody that usually made people feel relaxed, but it only made my heart beat faster. I saw Desmond’s parents standing near a large, flower-covered table. They were talking to a group of high-ranking guests, but as soon as I got close, their conversation died.
They looked at me, and I saw a flash of something in their eyes that made my blood run cold. It wasn't just disappointment; it was pure disgust.
"If this isn't the Luna who can't even give my son an heir," his mother said, her voice loud enough for the people nearby to hear. She didn't hide the sneer on her face. "And you actually have the nerve to show your face here
