The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266

+25 BONUS

Chapter 266

Ella

A few days later, the second competition for the Luna Trial was announced: etiquette.

“I’m not sure how well I’ll do,” Anya said as she practiced her curtsy in front of my bedroom mirror. “I’ve never had real training… Just what my mom taught me.”

“I can teach you a few tricks,” I said absentmindedly as I rocked a sleeping Lucien in my arms.

Anya whirled toward me with wide eyes. “You’d really do that?” I nodded, and she furrowed her brow. “Have you had etiquette training?”

Of course I had. It was the number–one thing my father drilled into my head from a very young age. A future Luna had to know how to curtsy, how to pour tea, how to hold cutlery the right way and all of the other things that came with the job.

Instead of playing in the grass and climbing trees like a normal child, I was practicing how to walk with a book on my head like a diligent little Luna.

Meanwhile, my fucking father couldn’t even be bothered to come to my funeral.

But that was neither here nor there at this point. And so, with a smile, I stood and said, “I’ve picked up a few things over the years. Here. Let me show you.”

That day, I taught Anya as much as I could. By the end of the day, her skills were already improving and she was chattering away about how hard she was going to practice.

A couple of weeks later came the day of the second trial. I didn’t put much thought into it, figuring that it would be easy to fumble: trip over my feet a few times, spill some tea, slouch a bit. And even if I somehow made it to the next round, at least I knew I could drop out now.

The other contestants looked nervous as they milled around the estate’s grand ballroom, whispering amongst themselves about proper curtsying techniques and which fork to use for the salad course.

“Oh, this will be easy,” a familiar voice was saying near the windows. I looked over to see Sophia standing with her gaggle of admirers around her–which was considerably smaller in number for the second trial. “I’ve been doing this my whole life. Watch.”

I watched from the corners of my eyes as Sophia picked up a book and set it delicately atop her rather intricate updo. The other girls oohed and ahhed as she twirled, curtsied, and even crouched to pick something up without dropping the book.

When she stood, her gaze snapped to me. A sneer stretched across her face at the sight of me, clearly still bitter about the Queen of the Hunt thing.

1/3

Chapter 266

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

+25 BONUS

How had I ever believed her sob story? Even for a few desperate minutes while I was in labor, I’d actually considered that she might be telling the truth. That she was trying to protect me and Lucien from some terrible fate.

What a joke. Sophia was the same scheming, self–centered woman she’d always been–Alexander’s perfect match.

back But none of that mattered now. Sophia wasn’t my problem anymore. Alexander was naming Lucien his heir, my son was healthy and safe, and after today, I’d be out of this trial for good. I could go to my simple life as a nanny and forget all about whatever plans Sophia had.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify