Chapter 18484
The cafeteria, usually a cacophony of noise, fell silent for a moment as Irene’s shout echoed through the room. Heads turned, including Aaron’s and Cedric’s. Aaron quickly looked away. How shallow, he thought. Maggie would never-
The next second, he saw Marguerite jump to her feet, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Where? Where are they p>
Aaron: p>
There were no shirtless men, but Marguerite’s searching gaze did stop on the approaching woman with the flowing hair. She looked so familiar.
Lindsay!
She was far more mature and glamorous now, a world away from the fresh-faced girl she remembered.
Lindsay hadn’t heard a word Irene said. Her eyes met Marguerite’s, and a jolt of electricity shot through her, her mind going completely blank. Her walk turned into a jog, and when she reached the table, she threw her arms around Marguerite, the tears she’d been holding back finally breaking free.
“Maggie!” she sobbed.
Irene, who had been trying to grab Lindsay, only managed to catch the hem of her dress. Seeing her sister hugging Marguerite, she rushed forward in a panic and tried to pull Lindsay away. “Let go of my goddess! Let me p>
Marguerite: p>
Lindsay’s sudden embrace had caught Aaron off guard. Now, hearing Irene’s words, his eyes filled with suspicion.
Irene, realizing she’d blurted out her true feelings, blushed crimson. She fumbled for something to say, but then she saw her sister hug Marguerite again, and this time, Marguerite didn’t push her away.
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Irene’s outburst didn’t register with Lindsay, who was still overwhelmed with the joy of seeing her best friend’s ghost. “Maggie,” she choked out, “Why are you back? Is there something you left undone? Did you ale models wit
get the ten
eight-packs I sent through that
psychic? Were they not your type-mmph p>
Marguerite’s mind went blank. She clapped a hand over Lindsay’s mouth. “I know you’re excited,” she said with a strained smile, “but calm down There were too many people around; she couldn’t have Lindsay, spilling her secrets. It would ruin her “dedicated student” persona.
Muffled, Lindsay’s eyes widened as she stared at Marguerite, a glimmer of clarity
returning. More and more students were gathering around their table.
Marguerite had finished most of her lunch anyway. She grabbed Lindsay’s wrist. “Come on, let’s talk outside p>
The vibrant, youthful girl pulled the glamorous woman through the crowd. As they ran, the wind caught the hem of Lindsay’s red dress. Sunlight streamed through the cafeteria entrance, illuminating them both.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded.
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Irene’s eyes were wide with disbelief. How had this happened? Was her sister’s
charm really that powerful? Had she just won over her goddess?
Aaron was just as confused. It seemed he had to guard against women now, too. That red dress seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.
By the pond behind the cafeteria, Lindsay circled Marguerite, examining her from every angle. “So you’re telling me you’re not a ghost? You’re alive p>
Marguerite nodded solemnly. “The one and only. Definitely not dead.” Lindsay was flabbergasted. “But you still look eighteen p>