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166. Not Gone-II
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2025-05-31 22:04:28|| Lilac’s POV ||
The drive to the meeting place was quiet, the silence between us heavy with unspoken words. We arrived at the restaurant, a sleek, modern place with floor-to-ceiling windows and a view of the city skyline. Astrid was already there, seated at a table near the window, her expression tense.
“Well, they’re not coming,” Astrid said as we sat down, her tone frustrated. “Apparently, they have a new council member joining today, so they had to do some last-minute rescheduling.” “Great,” Elara huffed, rolling her eyes. “Just what we needed.” Astrid turned to me, her gaze critical. “You really need a makeover, Lil,” she said, her tone blunt. “Well, she had another mate situation,” Elara replied, launching into an explanation of the previous night’s events. I sat there in silence, my eyes fixed on the window as I tuned out their conversation. My mind was elsewhere, tangled in thoughts of Elias and the mess I’d made of things. But then, my
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