The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 468

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Chapter 468

Ella’s POV

I paced the foyer with my hands stuffed in my pockets, my mind running at a mile a minute–as it had been doing now for months, it seemed.

But everything fell away when I heard the floorboards creak behind me, followed by the sound of a baby’s giggle. I whirled around, and my heart went aflame when I saw Alexander descending the stairs with Lucien in his arms.

He had dressed him in the cutest little blue sweater, which Anya had knit for him a while back. It was stitched with yellow designs of moons and stars, and fit him perfectly now that he had grown a little. Lucien’s bright eyes seemed to glow when he saw me, and he giggled again, reaching out his little hands for me.

“I thought we could take a trip to the farmer’s market in town,” Alexander said, handing Lucien to me and kissing the top of our son’s head, then mine. “We could use some produce for tonight’s dinner, and I figured it wouldn’t be too overwhelming for Lucien.”

I thought that was an excellent idea. Lucien hadn’t been out often since he was born prematurely, but he was old enough now to not be at risk of catching any dangerous illnesses, and with his injuries healed, I knew it was time to start socializing him outside the house.

Once Lucien was safely hooked into his carseat, Alexander drove us into town. The dense pines that surrounded the estate soon gave way to quaint houses and market streets, and we parked outside one of the restaurants in town, where we planned to have lunch after the farmer’s market.

The farmer’s market itself was situated in the town square. It ran every Saturday, and admittedly, I hadn’t been here in years.

As we began meandering through the stalls, Lucien giggling happily in his stroller and waggling his fingers at all of the exciting sights and sounds, I couldn’t help but smile.

However, my smile was short–lived. It didn’t take long for people to start noticing us.

They spotted Lucien first–elderly women cooed at him, and young couples stopped to pinch his cheeks and fawn over his sweater.

But then they would see me, and their faces would fall.

They didn’t comment on me, not to my face, at least, but I knew what they were thinking whenever they would look at where my hand was resting on Alexander’s arm or the way he would occasionally lean down to brush a kiss. across my cheek while we browsed the stalls.

They thought I was an imposter. That I had not only stolen Anya’s place as Alexander’s future Luna, but that I had also stolen the identity of a dead woman.

I tried to ignore them, though. I really did. I kept a smile plastered across my face–I had gotten quite good at that lately, hadn’t I?-and busied myself with perusing the produce and canned goods.

But, dammit, if it wasn’t difficult.

Once, I had been the Luna no one wanted–the Luna whose husband kept her on the opposite side of his home. The Luna whose subjects snickered and whispered about her when she passed. That had been difficult enough.

Then, for a little while, I was… respected. Almost. Perhaps people didn’t beam when I crossed their paths, but they would smile politely and shake my hand and have a conversation with me. When I attended events, I wasn’t a pariah, and although I wasn’t exactly loved, at least my presence was tolerated.

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Chapter 468

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