Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Chapter 205 Masks and Mysteries

Cecilia’s pov

Sebastian considered my request for a moment, his expression thoughtful.

Finally, he nodded. "I’ll have Tang drive you all there."

I appreciated that he didn’t try to stop me.

I had my own friends, my own rhythm, and my own corners of the world I wanted to belong to--and he understood that.

"Thanks, that would be great," I said, not refusing the offer.

With Cici still on the loose--God only knew where--having Tang nearby would definitely help me sleep better at night.

After our brief conversation, I headed home to get ready.

I chose a breezy mint-green dress perfect for summer, applied just enough makeup to enhance rather than transform, and twisted my hair into an elegant updo.

The necklace I picked was exactly what I wanted--not flashy enough to scream for attention, but still elegant.

When I came downstairs, Tang was already waiting by the car.

"Cecilia!" he called out, looking effortlessly handsome in a plain white tee and ripped jeans--the kind of casual confidence that made it look like he’d just stepped out of a Levi’s ad without trying.

I climbed into the back seat, and we set off to collect Harper and Yvonne.

First stop: Harper’s apartment.

The sapphire-blue dress I’d helped her choose hugged her tall, striking frame like it had been custom-made.

Her bold features and don’t-mess-with-me energy made her look like she owned the room before she even entered it.

"You were so right about this dress," she’d told me yesterday. "It’s like you read my mind and pulled out my fashion fantasy."

When she spotted me in the back seat, she slid in beside me instead of taking the front.

The moment her door clicked shut, she leaned in and whispered, "Has Sebastian found any trace of Cici? I had Levan posted outside my place last night so I could sleep. Honestly, we should’ve let Nicole stab that psycho while we had the chance."

I gave her a smile. "Don’t worry too much. If she does come back for blood, you’re not her first target."

Harper frowned. "That’s... somehow not comforting. If you’re her target, I’m even more stressed!"

"Don’t stress, ladies," Tang called from the driver’s seat. "The Alpha’s got a solid lead on her escape route. It’s just a matter of time. If she dares come back, I’ll crush her windpipe with one hand."

Harper and I exchanged glances, both of us instinctively glancing at Tang’s arms--the kind of muscles that made you believe he absolutely could back that statement up.

Harper leaned forward, resting her chin on the seat back, her voice turning playful. "Tang, since Cecilia’s got your Alpha guarding her, maybe you could be my bodyguard tonight?"

"Sure thing," Tang said, not missing a beat.

Harper’s face lit up like she’d just won backstage passes to a rock concert.

Cici became old news the second Tang said yes.

I could only sigh at how fast her mood could swing from vengeance to flirtation.

A few minutes later, we pulled up to Yvonne’s place.

She stepped out in a backless pink gown that somehow managed to be both sugar-sweet and borderline criminal.

One glance at her, and Harper and I both felt slightly winded.

She slid effortlessly into the passenger seat, set down her clutch, and fastened her seatbelt like she was starring in a perfume commercial.

"Well, if it isn’t my favorite reckless chauffeur," she drawled, her voice smooth as champagne. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Hi," Tang greeted with a grin that could sell toothpaste.

"I’m not reckless," Tang protested, sounding just a little wounded. "I’m a very responsible driver."

"Let’s go," I murmured, gently tugging Harper’s arm.

Yvonne caught the shift in my tone and gave us a look--the kind that said, "Spill later." We moved wordlessly into the main ballroom.

Once we were safely swallowed by the crowd, Yvonne leaned in close, her voice low but sharp. "That was Alpha Xavier’s mom, wasn’t it? Praise be for these masks. If she’d clocked you, I bet she’d have gone full Real Housewives."

I didn’t answer. Harper stayed quiet too.

We both knew Luna Dora wouldn’t have confronted me--she’d have simply pretended I didn’t exist. But there was no point explaining that to Yvonne.

We each grabbed a champagne flute from a passing server and took in the room. It was already buzzing with energy--guests in shimmering gowns, laughter echoing under the chandeliers, the clink of crystal glasses.

Despite the masks, we drew attention.

I could hear it already: the whispers, the not-so-subtle stares. Some recognized Yvonne and started piecing things together.

Others just speculated like it was sport.

It was the kind of atmosphere where the gossip spread faster than the champagne.

I took a slow sip and scanned the room more deliberately.

Then something clicked.

Every guest was a woman.

Not just mostly women--exclusively.

Which made zero sense.

It wasn’t early in the evening anymore. If this were a mixed event, the men would’ve shown up by now.

I leaned toward Yvonne, keeping my voice low. "Is this... women-only?"