The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0416

The next day at rehearsal, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Julian, Nick, and Bridget, watching their interactions. I tried to see them in a new way, now with some more of their past acting like a lens.

If Bridget had kissed Julian all night after his love confession, only to break up with him the next morning to be with Nicholas, surely some of those lingering feelings would remain and shine through in their actions with each other.

So far, what I was seeing was what I had been seeing since the start.

Across the room, Bridget showed Nicholas something in the script. She leaned very far into him, making certain that her chest touched his arm. Nicholas didn’t seem to notice. He

pointed at the script where Bridget must have been referring to.

I wished I was closer, to hear the words, but I wasn’t sure how to move over there with any kind of subtly. Veronica and Tiffany were standing beside me as part of our own little group. People would notice if I suddenly broke off to go stand on my own.

Instead, I continued to keep watch.

Julian was on the other side of Bridget. Though he wasn’t a part of the conversation between Bridget and Nicholas, he clearly wanted to be, as he followed along in his own script.

Once, he tried nudging Bridget, to get her to pay attention to him, as if to ask her a question. She held up a finger, asking him to give her a minute, and then otherwise ignored him.

me, I couldn’t understand why Julian continued to hold onto her. She clearly wasn’t interested. Was this simply a case of Julian needing to learn how to take no for an answer, no

then I

arm and squeezed. While she

barely–there flirting, but now that I was looking for it, I could see it plain as

day.

was not ignored. It almost seemed like Julian was her little secret.

enough to keep him on the hook while she primarily

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Nicholas.

looking too hard. Maybe it was innocent. But it sure as heck seemed like she was

churn in my gut. I also hated how openly Bridget was

said, dragging my

“Hm?”

you on