All Chapters of The Curvy Luna They Sold: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SERENA.Serena avoided Damian for the rest of the morning after the eavesdropping incident. It wasn't deliberate at first, she was just fortunate not to run into him for some time. Then it became deliberate.When she heard his footsteps approaching, she found a reason to leave before he got closer. When someone mentioned that he was in the dining room, she immediately brought up an excuse not to eat there. Instead, she hurried to her room or simply claimed she wasn't feeling hungry.When Alyssa asked her to take some herbs to his study, Serena immediately found another task and sent another maid in her place.Alyssa found it weird, and honestly, even she knew she was being ridiculous, but she couldn't face him, not when she didn't know what he had been discussing.Every time she looked at him, she remembered the possibility that she might eventually have to leave, and she didn't even want to think about it.By afternoon, Serena was in the greenhouse. It had become her sanctuary of sor

DAMIAN.By the time Damian reached the garden, the sun was beginning to lower, and his senses were already back to normal, but he knew it was too late to turn back now.He stopped near the pathway and paused when he realized that Serena wasn't in the greenhouse. He would have been able to perceive her scent if she was really inside, but he couldn't perceive that damn familiar scent of hers.He was about to turn away when he heard voices. A moment later, Serena emerged from behind the greenhouse with Alyssa.Her hair was tied in a messy bun, and she was wearing a brown sundress that somehow managed to embrace her curves yet looked completely modest.It looked like she had done something to her eyes because the blue popped out more than ever before and jeez... how come he never realized that she had amazing freckles on her cheekbones?She was carrying a small basket filled with herbs and talking with Alyssa. Her expression was relaxed, and then Alyssa said something that made her laugh.

SERENA.Dinner progressed completely with her laughing, talking and playing like she had always been among them. When dinner ended, Serena was almost too sad that it did and stood up."I'll help clear the table," she said, and one of the maids immediately moved toward her."I'll handle it."Serena hesitated. She knew they all thought she felt obliged to help and yes, maybe she did, but then again, she also simply wanted to help."I'm happy to help.""I know." The maid smiled and then continued, "But you don't have to."Serena froze.Those words... Again.Strange how it was a maid that said them to her this time.She looked at Damian. He was watching her quietly, not correcting. He didn't even look like he had the intention of saying, "I told you so." He was just watching.Serena slowly nodded. "All right."And then she walked away from the table. She realized halfway to the door that she wasn't feeling guilty.That was progress, like Damian would say, and she smiled at the realization

SERENA.For several seconds after the kiss, Serena forgot how to breathe. It had been brief, soft, and nothing like the dramatic moments she had imagined when she was younger and believed love was something that happened suddenly, loudly, and without warning.This had been different. It had felt almost uncertain. As though both of them had stepped toward something neither completely understood and were waiting to see whether the ground beneath them would hold.She never expected it... Neither did she expect the fact that she would be the one to make the first move... to a certain extent, at least.Serena slowly opened her eyes, and Damian was still standing in front of her. He hadn't moved away, and neither had she.At first, she wanted to believe this was nothing but a dream, that she was simply imagining everything, but then... Their eyes met, and suddenly the quiet hallway felt much smaller than it had a moment ago.Serena's heart was beating so hard that she was certain he could h

SERENA."We don't know yet who she really belongs to."The words seemed to echo around the dining room, and Serena stared at Marcus. For a moment, she couldn't understand what he meant.The name on it wasn't Serena's. The original record. Someone had changed her records.But why?Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table."Whose name is on it?" she asked, her voice shaking.Marcus didn't answer immediately.His hesitation frightened her more than the words themselves. Damian noticed."Marcus."Marcus looked at him, thought about it for a moment, and then finally answered, "The name is partially damaged. We can read the first name, but the surname is almost completely gone.""What can you read?""Elena."Serena stopped breathing.Elena.The name struck something deep inside her. She didn't know why. She had heard the name before. Or perhaps she hadn't.Her mind searched desperately through memories she had spent years trying not to examine too closely.Her mother. There had be