Chapter 183
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 183<\/p>\n
**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**
\n**183 I Really Do Envy You**<\/p>\n
As they stepped into the private booth, the atmosphere was alive with the soft hum of laughter and the clinking of glasses. Violet was comfortably sprawled on the plush couch, her slender fingers effortlessly scrolling through her phone, completely absorbed in her digital world. The light from the screen danced on her face, illuminating her features with a soft glow that only emphasized her celebrity allure.<\/p>\n
Around them, a server was busy opening bottles of wine, the corks popping like celebratory fireworks, while he arranged vibrant fruit plates that filled the air with a sweet, intoxicating aroma. The mingling scents of ripe berries and crisp apples created a warm, inviting ambiance that contrasted sharply with the knot of anxiety tightening in Zelena\u2019s stomach.<\/p>\n
It had been ages since Zelena had last seen Violet\u2014those fleeting glimpses on television or social media hardly prepared her for the reality of Violet\u2019s stardom. Now, she was a bona fide celebrity, radiating a dazzling confidence that made Zelena feel almost invisible. The sight of her old friends, Deanna and Violet, only intensified her sense of being an outsider in this glamorous world.<\/p>\n
A wave of insecurity washed over her, creeping in like an unwelcome shadow. \u201cViolet, it\u2019s been a long time,\u201d she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she feared breaking the spell of their reunion.<\/p>\n
Violet, having just wrapped up a text to a brand partner, looked up at the sound of her name. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. \u201cOh, come on! Are you really going to tear up over some loser? He\u2019s probably having a good laugh at your expense right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Deanna, ever the supportive friend, reached for a slice of juicy watermelon, grinning as she chimed in, \u201cGuess that makes you the love guru, huh?\u201d The lighthearted banter floated through the air, easing the tension in the room and allowing Zelena to breathe a little easier.<\/p>\n
With a resigned sigh, Zelena sank onto the couch, feeling the plush fabric envelop her. \u201cI know, but I can\u2019t help but think\u2014how could my taste be so awful? If I\u2019d never crossed paths with Felix, none of this would have spiraled out of control.\u201d<\/p>\n
Violet, never one to sugarcoat her words, leaned forward, her expression serious. \u201cListen, Zelena. You grew up in a different world than me and Deanna. You had everything handed to you, and people treated you like a princess. That\u2019s why guys like him can get under your skin so easily.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zelena felt a lump forming in her throat, memories of her past flooding back. \u201cDeanna, thank you for today. And please, do extend my gratitude to that pureblood Alpha for me as well.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the mention of Luis, Violet\u2019s curiosity piqued once more. Ever since Deanna had abruptly ended their last call, she had been itching to uncover the details. \u201cOh, what\u2019s this intriguing secret I\u2019m missing out on?\u201d she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.<\/p>\n
Just then, Violet broke through her reverie. \u201cDeanna, after everything I\u2019ve seen, I genuinely believe Mr. Eaton is a catch. He\u2019s got the looks, the money, and most importantly, he treats you right. Don\u2019t let him slip away.\u201d<\/p>\n
Deanna merely smiled, taking a slow sip of her drink, her eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and contemplation.<\/p>\n
Zelena turned to Deanna, her voice softening, \u201cDeanna, I really do envy you.\u201d<\/p>\n
As she looked at her friends, she couldn\u2019t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Both of them had transformed so remarkably; it was as if they had stepped into a different realm, leaving her behind.<\/p>\n
Violet caught her gaze, a knowing look in her eye. Perhaps it was simply the passage of time that had created this distance, but Zelena couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that she was no longer the same girl they once knew.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2266","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2266","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2266"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}