Chapter 68: Jealousy, Chaos, and Seraphina Just Wants to Go Home
Chapter 68: Jealousy, Chaos, and Seraphina Just Wants to Go Home
Seraphina was one dance away from throwing herself out the nearest window.
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Evander Roswell: A Persistent Pest
Evander twirled her effortlessly across the dance floor.
"I must say, Lady Seraphina, you are quite the mystery."
Seraphina forced a smile.
"Am I?"
"Indeed," he murmured, pulling her closer.
"Beautiful, sharp-tongued, and untouchable. A fascinating combination."
Seraphina rolled her eyes.
"Flattery won't get you anywhere."
"Then what will?" he asked, smirking.
Seraphina considered.
"A sudden plague."
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Lucien Decides He's Had Enough
Across the room, Lucien's grip on his glass tightened.
"Who does this bastard think he is?"
Damian leaned in.
"You look like you're about to stab someone."
Lucien did not deny it.
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The Dance Takes a Turn
Evander suddenly dipped her back, his face dangerously close.
"You're quite stiff, Lady Seraphina. You should relax."
Seraphina stared at him, deadpan.
"Drop me."
Evander chuckled.
"I would never—"
SMACK!
Lucien yanked Evander by the collar.
"She said drop her."
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The Whole Ballroom Gasps
Nobles gawked as Lucien and Evander glared at each other.
"Ah," Damian sighed. "Here we go."
Seraphina crossed her arms.
"Oh great, another fight over me. What a shocking development."
Evander smirked at Lucien.
"Jealousy is unbecoming of a Duke."
Lucien's eye twitched.
"I'm not jealous."
Seraphina snorted.
"Sure."
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Chaos Ensues
Suddenly—
CRASH!
A table flipped over.
Damian had thrown a wine bottle.
Evander dodged it effortlessly.
"Now, now, no need for violence—"
Lucien punched him.
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Seraphina Gives Up
She watched as fists started flying, nobles started screaming, and a chandelier nearly fell.
She turned to Lila.
"…Want to escape while they're distracted?"
Lila grinned.
"I thought you'd never ask."
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To Be Continued…
Next Chapter: Seraphina Escapes, but Trouble Follows!