Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Abby Karl’s raised eyebrow tells me that my suggestion has taken him by surprise.

“A masquerade party?” he asks, his voice filled with skepticism. “I don’t know, Abby. That's a strange request, at least for a holiday party.”

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. The memory of our first Christmas party together as a married couple is still floating through my mind, and it’s filled my heart with a warmth that I’m not sure if | want to express for the sake of coming across as too much of a softie.

“| just figure it could be a way for me to go without raising too many eyebrows,” | say with a shrug. Karl looks at me for a few moments, and | can practically see the gears turning in his head.

“It’s just... with the election announcement coming up, I’m not so sure,” he says as he leans back against the long dining table behind him—it’s a beautiful mahogany, and all of the matching chairs have tufted seats made out of a classy golden-beige color that | picked out when we were married.

“What makes you think that it would hinder the election?” | ask, cocking my head to the side.

He shrugs. “I don’t know, Abby,” he admits. “I just won’t know if | want to create any waves right now. Maybe if Ethan and | weren't fighting, but... | think | could use all of the good press | can get, and you know how people can be around here.”

| can understand his reservations. He’s got this tumultuous election against his brother coming up, and people in this area can be a bit... closed-minded.

If Karl throws a masquerade party for Christmas, | could see how it would make him worry that people might see it as odd or out of character.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

But, at the same time, | can’t help but think it could possibly be a good idea.

“Look,” | say, taking a step closer, “you don’t have to do it. But think of it this way: it'll generate buzz, people will be talking about it, and you could invite a lot of people from the pack. Maybe something exciting and out of the box would be good for your image; people will see you as an Alpha who's changing. Evolving.”

Karl considers my words, his expression shifting from uncertainty to contemplation. He runs a hand through his hair, deep in thought. | can almost hear the wheels turning in his mind.

After a moment, he lets out a slow breath and nods. “You know what, Abby?” he says quietly. “You might just be onto something there, actually.”

“You think so?” | ask, my voice raising slightly with excitement.

Karl nods. “Yeah. It’s actually not a bad idea at all. It could garner some positive attention ang-hesida@O He ses foraridment, his gaze softening as he looks at me. “If it means that you can attend, I'll do anything to make it happen.” Please read the original content at .

His words make me blush, and I quickly avert my gaze before he can see. “I didn’t know that my attending this party was so important to you,” | murmur.

“Abby, of course it is,” he says gently, taking a step closer and effectively closing the distance betwee theytyyo of us. 1c smeltbis Galsgne from herd, sh it's intoxicating. Before | can move away, he places a hand under my chin and lifts it to make me meet his gaze, and for a moment that feels like an eternity, we just stare at each other. Please read the original content at .

“Karl, I—”

“It's settled,” he says before | can have a chance to change my mind. “So long as you come to the party, we'll have your masquerade.”

| can't hold it in any longer. A surge of excitement courses through my body all of a sudden, and | can't hetpcbiut \ tapas gone is neck, hugging him tightly. “Oh, thank you, Karl!” | exclaim, my voice muffled in his neck. “I promise this will be amazing. People will talk about it for ages.” Please read the original content at .