Chapter 8
Our last day in London, we visited a church.
After leaving, Thaddeus slipped a prayer bracelet onto my wrist.
“May it bless you with a smooth life.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
“Luna, this year’s been wonderful, having you here.”
‘Me too. Meeting you was the second luckiest thing in my life.”
‘What’s first?”
‘Meeting your grandfather.”
He laughed silently.
Mom waited for us in the car.
Happiness turned out to be this simple.
I still had to pay the Moraleses ten grand monthly.
I’d proposed this to Vincent myself back in high school.
He’d raised an eyebrow, patted my shoulder.
Ten thousand’s nothing to me. I believe it won’t be to you either, someday.”
Young lady, I like your spirit.”
Now my skills were advancing rapidly.
Design awards from England were countless.
[en grand monthly really wasn’t hard anymore.
But I still owed the Moraleses so much more.
I told Thaddeus, “Give me a few more years.”
He ruffled my hair. “No rush. I’ll be here.”
Back at school, ran into Sophia first.
She looked at me warily. “What are you doing back?”
I stepped closer.
She wore her plainest clothes.
Chapter 8
Backed away step by step. “I’ve paid what I owed! Isn’t that enough?”
[ frowned, grabbed her arm.
Burn scars covered it.
dentical to the ones on my hand.
she screamed, “Don’t touch me!”
hook me off and hurried away.
Camden had switched majors.
leard he was busy fighting for Foster Industries.
lis father died in a car accident recently.
lassmates swarmed me when I returned.
Luna, I saw your Red Dot Award piece-amazing!”
How was London?”
We all misunderstood about that accident. Camden clarified later that your dad wasn’t drunk driving.”
One guy said, “Luna, I’m sorry about those crude jokes back then.”
He seemed sincere.
stepped back. “I don’t forgive you.”
As I walked away, their chatter continued.
But I didn’t care.
