SCARLETTThe event lasted for another hour before it was dispersed. The guests left, along with their piercing gaze that stung my skin. Side talks that heavied the air withered; the only sound left was the soft, mellifluous piano.I breathed in.“It's late, dear,” Creighton's father spoke, his voice soft. “You need to rest.”“She will.” The large hand on my waist pulled me closer, Creighton's gaze leveled to his father, then to me. “Good night, Father.”I thought he would speak, probably call Creighton annoying like he always does, but he simply nodded, flashing me a soft smile, then walked out.“It's late, don't return to the villa, stay here,” he said, voice calm, firm; it almost felt like an order rather than a request.“I...”“I wasn't asking, Scar.” I stunned. “The maids will get the guestrooms ready. You have your rest, and tomorrow your things will be brought here.”“You never said I would stay in the palace,” I spoke, my voice hushed.“You are my Luna. You go wherever I go.”I
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