The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

I stop walking and check

My parents.

Right….

It was coming up.

I stare at the screen for a long moment before answering.

Sure, why not. Perfect timing for another train wreck.

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Ellie POV

A few days have passed and my ankle has strong strong enough to walk on, mostly without a limp.

But that didn’t fix how I felt.

Nothing was fixed.

But, the entire school was herded into the auditorium this morning like we’re about to be scolded or crowned, no one’s sure which but everyone’s buzzing like it matters.

Whispers ripple through the seats. I limp down the aisle, and that’s when I see her.

Vivian.

She’s already on the stage.

She moves around the podium like she’s fussing, adjusting the microphone, smoothing invisible wrinkles from the banner behind it, checking angles like the world will end if something is half an inch off.

The sight tightens my chest.

Déjà vu.

Right. The last time the school gathered like this, I was standing right there-back straight, heart racing, convinced that if I was perfect enough, quiet enough, useful enough, I’d earn my place.

Dominic’s parents had show up, and announced some official ball or something. And embarrassed me in doing so. Calling me a deserate fool.

Vivian is standing exactly where I once stood in another life.

I looked away.

Yeah, I don’t miss that life. Good luck, Viv.

Everyone sits when the doors at the side of the auditorium open, and the noise spikes immediately.

Dominic’s parents enter first. They are his parents, black suit and dress, big sun hair, red lip stick and a purse to match. His mothers heels clopping against the floor. Dominic follows a step behind, expression

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carefully neutral, eyes scanning the crowd without really seeing it.

The chatter swells.

But my attention stays locked on the stage.

Vivian steps forward, smile smooth, posture perfect.

“Everything’s prepared,” she says politely, gesturing to the microphone. “The sound has been tested twice.”

There’s a pause.

Dominic’s mother looks at her like she’s found dust on a polished surface.

“And why,” she asks coolly, “are you on the stage?”

Vivian stiffens.

“I-I was just ensuring-”

“You’re not staff,” Dominic’s father cuts in. “And you’re certainly not family.”

The words are quiet.

They still hit like a slap.

“You’ve forgotten your place,” his mother adds, eyes flicking dismissively toward the seats. “Go on now, sit.”

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