“Millie, what has transpired?” Marcus’ voice reverberated, infused with genuine concern.

“Darling, my constitution doth throb with pain. Rhea…” Millie’s eyes welled up with tears, were fixed upon Rhea, who grimaced in affliction. “It’s of no concern to me. Millie, you wretch.”

“Rhea, unless you yearn for a flight off the balcony, I urge you to depart. Immediatel:

Marcus’ index finger pointed towards the exit with resolute authority. “Marcus,” Rhea contested.

Marcus’ motion was resolute, his gaze metamorphosing into an abyss of menace.

With eyes brimming with tears, Rhea relented, spiraling and dashing towards the Lower reaches.

relief. At Last, she had driven Rhea away. Watching her retreat in chagrin and defeat bestowed upon Millie a surge

susceptibility to Marcus’ sentiments. A mere “depart” issued by Marcus equated to

observed Millie’s recuperation, the pallor of discomfort

in Marcus’ eyes as he scrutinized

was most keen, yet now I’m on

unmasked, leaving Millie

Marcus’ path and gravitated towards a recliner nestled on the balcony. There, beneath the canopy

pursued his

I shall enlist

the time, Millie apprehended that the clock’s hands had advanced to

asserted. While fashioning a beverage

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