Chapter 38: Did the Kid Get Dumped?

Oliver's POV

I kept my eyes on Isabella from across the banquet hall, playing it cool like I wasn't staring. She was by the tall windows, champagne flute dangling from her perfectly manicured fingers, gazing out at the Moor skyline with that far-off look. Fretting about Luna, I figured. I snagged t...

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