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I wipe another tear. It seems I can’t control them anymore. “I’m sure she will.”

“Or I will.”

I just stare at him. “Do you love me, Apollo?”

“I am not sure I can answer that,” he admits in a low voice. “I am going to leave and clear my thoughts. Please, go in and enjoy the party.”

He turns to leave.

“Apollo!” More tears stream down my face.

He turns to look at me with pain in his eyes.

“Will you come for me tomorrow?”

“Time will tell, Angel.”

And he leaves me there, weeping uncontrollably. I know one thing: I will not sleep a wink tonight. My worst fear has come true.

But what did I expect? I don’t know how much Pierce revealed to him from the Darling Medallion. It’s a lot to digest.

I just hope Apollo does not make the worst decision of his life, because there are no second chances.

I do love Apollo Augustus Garthorn. He must see that he loves me too, despite everything.

In just twelve hours.

Chapter 35

Only one will stand at the end of it all.

“Are you ready?”

I glance at Mort in the early morning darkness. “I think I am going to throw up, to be honest.” I am in a dark cloak, my hair braided down my back. My nerves are making me sick.

Mort takes a deep breath. “No matter what happens today…we did our best.” She pats me on the shoulder. “There, there.”

I smile at her.

“Mort, I will miss you terribly,” I say with a breath. “Whenever I see a white butterfly, I will always think of you.” I smile through watery eyes.

Mort wipes a tear. “That makes me emotional.”

I laugh.

She sniffs and I grab her, hugging her. “Let’s go.” I kiss her head and we both make our way to the South Shore.

I walk outside and see all the girls in dark cloaks, each one of them getting into a carriage. The air feels heavy, the tension thick with uncertainty.

I am sure Fairy Godmother Inc. is providing escape and transportation. On the side of the vehicles, I can see the Fairy Godmother crest.

Laura comes up to me, face pale. “How are you doing?”

I shrug, shivering in the crisp morning air. “As good as I can.”

“I have a bad feeling.”

My stomach drops. “Why?!” I can feel the storm coming, brewing, like a lightning strike to my heart.

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