Chapter 39. Sacrifice

“How often have I told you I don’t want to come to this place.” Marco’s deep voice added an air of firmness and reluctance. His thick stock of patience was also reflected in his flat face.

Seeing that, Luna was a little relieved. Not because she was worried about Justin but because her position felt threatened. Luna was afraid Marco would end up hating her. Marco had rejected the party invitation. Luna bit her pointed thumbnail until it broke. What if Marco found out she had told Justin to force Marco to attend?

Like an electric shock, Luna stiffened when Marco made eye contact. The girl wondered what the intent behind Marco’s autumn-tinged gaze might be.

He wasn’t angry.

Gradually, Luna looked down, and although her head was ashamed, the girl’s two hands were clenched into fists, trembling at the sides of her black, jewel-studded dress.

How embarrassing.

Del Luna was able to hold a grudge for as long as possible. After one night, her anger was st