Chapter Eighteen – The Stage

Present

“You had such hatred for me even right from the start,” Luna said to Justin.

They were still facing each other other, the table between them.

“All you heard was my name,” she continued, “and your voice changed. Did you think I don’t hear the change in your voice the moment you heard my name, Justin?”

Even now, the memory hurt, Luna realized. Justin had the decency to look chagrined this time.

“You don’t know why my voice changed that night,” he said, glancing away from Luna.

“No, I don’t,” Luna agreed. “But what I do know is that night was not an exception, like you think it was. Sure, we were starting to vibe before I mentioned my name, but that was a brief moment. It could have been an exception, you made it not so. You, Justin, not me.”

“And I said I had my reasons,” Justin said.

Luna opened her mouth to reply him, but stopped when the music pulsing through the speakers was interrupted by someone on stage.

“I would like to call on Miss Luna Jones, CEO of Green-ish