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Chapter 17: Standing In The Light

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last update publish date: 2026-03-02 15:15:12

Isla’s POV

I should’ve known Sebastian wouldn’t do things halfway.

When he texted me “I need you with me tonight,” I already felt it, something big was coming. Hindi siya yung tipo na nag-iinvite lang for appearance. Every move he makes has weight.

Still, I went.

Maybe because I wanted to see what he would do next.

Maybe because I wanted to see if he meant what he said at the lake.

Or maybe… because I wanted to stand beside him without hiding.

The ballroom was overwhelming. Chandeliers, tailore
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