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0041: Wrong Flowers, Right Attitude

Author: FlyingDove
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-08 04:02:44

ANGELA’S POV

When I stepped out of Luna Mira’s quarters, I breathed out slow and shaky, like I had been holding it the whole time without meaning to. The scent of jasmine lingered, sweet but heavy, mixed with old memories I did not want to remember any more than I already had. I needed air, the real kind, not the perfumed sort that clung to her room and made my thoughts too loud.

I continued to hurry down the long hallway, my hand gripping my bag a little too tightly. I was halfway down the marble steps when someone called my name.

“Angela?”

Kellan’s voice, warm and familiar. He was walking toward me with that same easy grin I used to find disarming. Behind him stood Julius, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable but watching me all the same.

“Kellan,” I said. My smile felt a little forced, but it was there. “Been a while.”

“It has.” His grin widened. “You look good. Heard your birthday’s soon, right?”

“Two days,” I said, pretending not to care about the small talk but grateful f
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