Millie coughed to clear her throat.

“You have a customer. Go take care of them.”

After quickly shooing Grace away, Millie took a deep, calming breath.

Although Grace was young, she was anything but shy or reserved.

After some time, Grace returned, apologizing, “Sorry, I’m swamped right now.

Let’s go shopping once I’m off work.”

As night deepened, the bar’s business picked up. One of the largest establishments in Preagend, it catered mainly to a middle-class clientele.

Grace, content in

the bar. Her eyes immediately found

had left her in dire straits, all because of Millie’s actions. Rosie’s only intent had been to deal with Millie,

gaze then caught another familiar face: Rhea, who was nursing a drink alone in a dim

heard that Rhea was being hounded by the disabled Darin, a situation that suited her just fine. It meant that Rhea

approached Rhea

recognizing the woman.

were far from friends. Rhea had little regard for someone as ordinary as Nancy, who only had a modest talent in design. Rhea believed that

E L A ‘s L I B R

her glass toward Millie and suggested, “Millie’s over

propose

What?

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