Chapter 0315


    Karl


    “Come on, let’s dance.”


    Shana’s hand slips into mine, her fingers delicate and warm as she pulls me away from Abby. I’m still


    at a loss for words, both stunned and unbelievably proud of Abby standing up against Emily and her


    little gang of mean girls. But as soon as it was over, Shana pulled me away, and I didn’t even have a


    chance to say goodbye to Abby.


    And, god, she looks so stunning in her dress. The white reflects the light like a freshwater pearl, the


    beading creating little rainbows as the lights over the dancefloornd on her. The plunging neckline


    tters her in an elegant yet sexy way, and when I got a glimpse of the low back earlier when she


    turned away to tell off Emily and the other Lunas, I had to look away before my face turned a bright


    shade of red.


    But I shouldn’t be thinking about her. I’m with Shana now, and she looks beautiful, too. It would be


    wrong of me to be looking at my ex-wife when I’m with another woman.


    And yet, as we step onto the dance floor, I can’t help but feel a pang of unease beginning to blossom in


    my chest. I wonder if she’s upset about our conversation with Abby, but the way she smiles at me as


    we begin to dance makes me wonder.


    The soft strains of music surround us, and we begin to sway to the rhythm. Shana’s graceful


    movements and the way her red hair catches the dim light create an enchanting atmosphere. Despite


    my initial concerns, the dance is surprisinglyfortable, and we fall into a smooth rhythm.


    But neither of us speaks. It’s not afortable silence, either. Instead, it feels as though we just…


    have nothing to talk about. And it’s not the first time tonight that it’s felt that way.


    After a while, however, Shana finally breaks the silence. “Karl, can I ask you something?”


    I meet her gaze, a bit apprehensive. God, here it is; she’s going to tell me off for talking to my ex-wife.


    But I couldn’t help it. Was I rude earlier when I excused myself to go say hello to Abby? Shit, of course


    I was. I acted like a jerk. And now she’s standing here, staring at me, waiting for me to say something.


    “Of course, Shana,” I finally manage. “What’s on your mind?”


    She studies me for a moment, her eyes searching my face before she takes a deep breath and speaks.


    “Do you still love Abby?”


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    Her question catches me off guard, and I hesitate. “I, um…”


    “Be honest,” she says. “I can tell if you’re lying. I’m not an idiot, you know.”


    “I...I don’t know, Shana,” I finally admit, realizing that she’s right: there’s no use in lying. “Abby and I…


    We’ve been through a lot, and things have changed.”


    I shift ufortably, unsure of how to respond. “Well, we do share a history, but that doesn’t mean…”


    Shana’s smile only widens, and she cuts through my hesitation. “Karl, it’s okay,” she says, giving my


    shoulder a squeeze. “You don’t have to deny it. Sometimes, the heart knows what it wants.” Updated at


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