100 Years Of Lenni And Margot Summary Novels & Stories

His voice was warm and smooth. “It’s been a long time.” His words caught Margot off guard. But she quickly recalled what Vivienne had mentioned earlier: Dominic was four years her senior and had even held her when they were children. But that was twenty years ago and he remembered it that vividly? Shouldn’t such memories have faded by now? Margot kept such thoughts to herself as Vivienne ushered them both to sit down. Her tone was light and joyful, her delight barely concealed. “Margot had an accident in Veridian City and needs time to recover. The doctor says she should rest for a while.

They would have to fight a war together. "Three weeks," Dominic said. "Three weeks," Elena agreed. "And then we're stuck with each other for a year." "Looks like it." He held out his hand. "Partners?" She took it. His grip was firm and warm, and this time neither of them let go right away. "Partners," she said. Margot appeared in the doorway of the boutique, tablet in hand. "Are you two done having a moment? We need to discuss the cake, and I have another appointment scheduled in twenty minutes."

Neither one of them dared to utter something. Since Margaret applied for the job 4 years ago, VV was already a prominent butler. And being a direct butler of the Baron, they see each other more often than others but for some reason, friendship, or even just some form of acquaintanceship never really introduced itself between the two. Maybe some people are just humor-incongruent from the start. So, during the 10-min ride towards the pool area, the car was filled with a cacophony of silence of car noises breaking the static quietude. Neither still one of them dared to utter something...

“We went to lunch. But it wasn’t a date. We just talked.” “Uh-huh, sure,” I said, raising my brow higher. “So, just two people having lunch, no date involved?” Lena rolled her eyes, clearly struggling to contain the smile that tugged at her lips. “It was just lunch, Margarette,” she repeated, but this time, her tone softened. “And you should know, since you had something to do with it, didn’t you?” Feigning innocence, I placed a hand over my heart. “Who, me? I would never do such a thing.”

“Daniel wasn’t being preachy. He was being… decent. That’s rare.” She didn’t argue with that. Instead, she picked up a pack of pasta and raised an eyebrow. “Fettucine?” I nodded. “Of course. You’d choose the fanciest noodle.” “I’m trying,” I said, a little softer this time. “I know it sounds stupid.” Margot turned to look at me. “It’s not stupid, Leni. It’s brave. But still, it sucks watching you pour your effort into someone who’s never there to see it.”

“Unless you want Veronika-with-a-k to commandeer your seat for her suitcase-size Pretend Prada.” Margo rolled her eyes. “Ugh, bitch.” “Be a martyr. Drink up.” She moved the laptop in front of her suffering friend. “And look.” Scrolling though the search page, she pressed closer to Margo. “1972, 1984, 1996, 2010, and now. It’s not just one girl, it’s, like, a lot.”

Soon, three days passed by in the blink of an eye. I stared blankly at the freshly obtained potion to break the mate bond in my hand. 20 years of memories played through my mind like a movie—years of marital pain and struggle that felt like a long, never-ending nightmare. I wondered—did Leno truly love me in those good years, or was it just because, within the available options, I was the best Luna candidate? After all, I had loved him with everything I had, even using the resources of the Black Wolf pack to support him.