...And sure enough, it was Luna! The slim, curly-haired woman had an haute couture gown on, and with how naturally attractive she was, everyone soon had their eyes on her as well.
Fabiola herself was quick to exclaim, “Luna! You’re even prettier than I remembered! Dang, you’ve gotten much bustier too! Come on, let me cop a feel!”
Chuckling in response, Luna replied, “Maybe you should be dating me instead of Mr. Robinson…”
Gulping slightly, Fabiola then said, “I-I was only kidding… Jokes aside, are you seeing anyone? You should be with how gorgeous you are, right?”
Shaking her head, Luna ignored the question and replied, “Let’s leave that for another time… For now, I want to know if it’s true that you’ve given up on Neal…”
Though slightly taken aback by that question, Fabiola confidently declared, “Love-wise, yes. But I still view him as a close brother! Nothing will ever change that!”
Smiling subtly in response, Luna replied, “I see… Well, I wish you happiness.”
“Appreciate it!” said Fabiola as she clinked her glass against Luna’s. After sipping her wine down, however, she couldn’t help but ask, “Speaking of which… Where is Neal?”
“Ah… He’s at the hospital,” replied Lea, instantly stunning Fabiola.
Sighing in response, Lea then said, “So… he apparently drank so much that his stomach began bleeding… He’s still recovering at the hospital, and he forbade any of us to go visit him… I can only imagine how terrible he’s feeling…”
Naturally, all this troubled Fabiola, and it didn’t help that Frank soon added, “I mean, if I was in his shoes, I’d be devastated too…”
“Agreed. How sad that everything came crumbling down because of that woman…” muttered Yulia, causing Fabiola to purse her lips. True enough, that bitch was the cause of everything… Alas, it wasn’t like knowing any of this now would change anything…
It took her a long while, but eventually, Fabiola got to her feet and said, “…You know what? You guys have fun. I’ll go check on Neal.”
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