Chasing His Kickass Luna Back
Chapter 134

Chapter 0134

“Da mmit,” I mutter under my breath, reaching for a fresh piece of salmon. I’m about to season it when I

overhear voices filtering from the dining room.

“Well, you should have seen the look on her face, trying so hard to impress everyone with her little

cooking skills. As if we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more than a pathetic

housemaid.”

I recognize that voice: Gianna. I can see the back of her head, her perfectly curled hair and tight dress,

as she saunters past the kitchen door. Heat surges up my n*eck and into my cheeks. A pathetic

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

With sudden clarity, I remember that the wardrobe upstairs still houses my former life—gowns and

dresses, a collection of silk and sequins. A c unning plan starts to take shape.

“Elsie, could you please watch the stove? Take the salmon off in five minutes and let Karl know that

dinner is ready.”

“Erm, Abby…?” she starts, but I’m already ripping off my apron and dashing out of the kitchen and up

the back steps two at a time.

A line of designer gowns greets me as I slide open the wardrobe doors. My fingers hover over the

clothes for a moment before settling on a dress that I had once loved dearly—a stunning deep-red

gown that fits like a dream, even now, years later.

I take a glance in the mirror before deciding to change my hairstyle. A few minutes later, the neat bun I

was wearing before is now elegantly curled, cascading down my back. I don’t need much makeup; just

some mascara, a hint of eyeshadow, and a bold red l*p to match the dress.

As I get ready, I can’t help but wonder why I’m doing this. Is it really just to prove something to Gianna

and her judgmental friends, or is it… something else?

Am I, perhaps, trying to reclaim my spot as Luna?

Minutes later, I look into the mirror and see a transformation. Makeup done to perfection, hair

cascading down like a silken waterfall, and a dress that reminds me of a time when I was the epitome Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

of poise and grace.

A time when Gianna would’ve bitten her tongue before dismissing me.

“Perfect,” I whisper to my reflection. “Absolutely perfect.”

Just as I’m touching up my l*pstick, I hear Karl’s voice ring out from downstairs. “Everyone, let’s make

our way to the dining room. Dinner is ready.”

I wait at the top of the stairs, letting the murmur of voices fill the air before making my entrance. Taking

a deep breath to steady myself, I step onto the staircase.

The moment I do, the room falls silent. Every eye turns in my direction.

But it’s Karl’s reaction that I care about the most, as much as I don’t want to admit it.

As I descend the stairs, his eyes catch mine, and they widen in astonishment. His gaze travels the

length of my gown, and I can almost see the wheels turning in his mind, reassessing, recalculating. I

reach the foot of the stairs and pause for effect. The room is so quiet I could hear a pin drop.

Right now, at this moment, my message is clear—I’m not someone you can ever dismiss or forget. I am

Abby, the ex-Luna, the renowned chef, and the woman who just cooked an extravagant three-course

meal for a room full of Alphas, yet still had time to dress to kill.

Let’s see Gianna, or anyone else for that matter, label that as ‘pathetic.’

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