SEBASTIAN

If anyone had warned me three years ago that approaching another woman would mean nights of anxiety, anticipation, and a wonderful feeling, I would have said it was not the time for dirty jokes.

And if he would add that the one who also three years ago spilled the glass of wine over my white shirt in the evening when I tied my destiny to Isabella’s, was my soulmate, my Luna, I would have told that person to say that aberration to someone else.

Now everything was so unclear and yet ...