THE CURSED LUNA

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I stood by my window, captivated by the scene outside. The sounds of activity from the house filled the air as I focused on finding someone reliable to gather roses from the garden for me.

I believed that having the flowers would help alleviate the frustration I felt regarding the constant references to Emily. My knuckles curled against the window frame as I pondered this.

At that moment, I heard voices coming from the corridor, prompting me to investigate. I moved to the door and opened it, peering out but finding no one there. A reluctant sigh escaped my lips, tinged with disappointment.

Just then, an email notification popped up on my laptop. I had been anticipating this, assuming it was correspondence from my company. As I was about to close the door, my cook stopped me. "Ma'am, breakfast is served," she said with a calm demeanor, her smile bright as if she had just won a prize.

I nodded in acknowledgment, but as she attempted to close the door, I remembered my request for flowers. "Miss, could you please fetch me some flowers from the garden?"

My cook's smile faltered for a moment, and she looked at me with a hint of confusion. "Roses, ma'am? But... it's still early in the season. I'm not sure if-"

I cut her off, my tone firm but polite. "Please, just try. I need them for... a project."

She nodded, though her expression suggested she didn't quite believe me. "Yes, ma'am. I'll see what I can find."

As she hurried off, I returned to my laptop, opening the email that had interrupted my thoughts. But it wasn't from my company. The sender's name was unfamiliar, and the subject line read only "About Emily."

My heart sank, and I felt a surge of irritation. Who was this, and why were they bringing me identity? I hesitated for a moment before opening the email, my mind racing with possibilities.

The message was brief, with no greeting or introduction. Just a single sentence: "You know the whole story Emily."

My eyes narrowed, suspicion and curiosity warring within me. Who was this mysterious sender, and what did they know about Emily? I glanced at the clock on my laptop. It was already 8:30. I had just enough time to...

I excused myself from the room and made my way to the dining area where breakfast was being served. My mind was consumed with thoughts of revenge, yet I found myself at a loss for how to initiate it, as I had no clear starting point. I took a seat and began to eat my breakfast.

As I lifted the first bite of toast to my lips, my cook hovered beside me, refilling my coffee cup and inquiring about my morning. I forced a pleasant smile and made small talk, trying to push the mysterious email and my simmering anger to the back of my mind. But my thoughts kept drifting back to my past.

Just as I was starting to feel like I might be able to focus on my breakfast, my cook mentioned that the gardener had brought in a small bouquet of roses, just as I had requested. My heart skipped a beat as I took the flowers from her, their sweet scent filling the air. I felt a pang of guilt for using them as a distraction from my frustration, but I pushed the feeling aside.

As I finished my breakfast, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced around the room, but the only person there was my cook who was busily clearing the table. I stood up, roses in hand, and made my way back to my room, my mind whirling with possibilities.

Once I was alone, I set the roses aside and checked my watch. It was almost noon. The email had specified that I know Emily and maybe I am pretending to be someone I'm not.

I took a deep breath and headed out into the garden, the warm sunlight and sweet scent of the roses doing little to calm my racing heart. As I walked down the winding path, I just needed to take some fresh air from the troubles of my mind. I observed the garden and its various inhabitants. As a rabbit enthusiast, I permitted a few to roam freely among the flowers. With a small bloom in my hand, I strolled through the garden, my thoughts wandering.

I received a call on my phone from the office regarding a meeting with Alpha Christian, despite having already postponed any discussions related to them.

I hesitated for a moment before answering, my mind still reeling from Sophia's revelation. "Hello?" I said, trying to sound composed.

"Good morning, ma'am," my assistant's voice came through the line. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but Alpha Christian is insisting on a meeting today. They're sending a representative to discuss the potential partnership."

I frowned, feeling a surge of annoyance. Hadn't I made it clear that I wasn't interested in pursuing anything with Alpha Christian right now?

"I thought I made it clear that I wasn't available to meet with them today," I said, trying to keep my tone even.

"I know, ma'am, but they're being quite persistent. And... well, it seems they're willing to make it worth your while."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. What could Alpha Christian possibly offer that would make it worth my while?

"Fine," I said finally. "Schedule the meeting. But make it clear that I'm only willing to listen, not commit to anything."

I refuse to suppress my feelings for individuals who have troubled me in the past. Regardless of the time it may take, I am determined to ensure that I am not undervalued. As I walked away from the garden and headed back to the mansion to prepare for the meeting, I couldn't help but feel unfortunate about having to sit down and engage in discussions with those who have betrayed me.