Ava’s POV“I heard what happened at your apartment,” Lukan began, taking a sip from the glass of champagne in his hand. “What the—“ “Let’s go somewhere private and talk, Ava. There’s a lot of eyes on us and we don’t want the wrong person to eavesdrop on our conversations.” Lukan cut me gently as he guided me past the French doors and towards the balcony. The moon cast a silver glow over the landscape, its gentle light illuminating the night with a soft, ethereal radiance. In a tranquil garden below, the sound of a small fountain created a soothing melody, its gentle burble weaving in and out of the crickets' chirping.I figured that Renee had told him about what happened during my interview with the host because that was the only time I’ve seen them together for more than a few seconds throughout the night. “I hope you’re not angry with her, Ava? It’s your story to tell after all.” Lukan said as we stood on the balcony, away from the merriment happening inside. “Oh, no. Not at a
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