Karl
The Alpha party is in full swing, and I’ve got Shana on my arm, introduced as my date for the evening. We make our entrance onto the dancefloor, and immediately, I sense the eyes of the other Lunas—the ones who used to be Abby’s ‘friends’, and also who I just so happened to kick out of Abby’s restaurant for being rude.
There’s a distinct smirk on their faces as they glance our way.
I try to ignore their glances and maintain a smile, acting as if I’m unfazed by their scrutiny. Shana looks stunning in her elegant dress, and for a moment, I’m genuinely grateful to have her by my side.
As we navigate through the crowd, people start to approach us, making small talk and dropping not-so-subtle hints about my past with Abby.
“Karl, I heard you’ve moved on from Abby,” one Luna says with
