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,

moment, Nancy entered the bar. Her eyes immediately found

because of Millie’s actions. Rosie’s only intent had been to deal with Millie, and Nancy

face: Rhea, who

by the disabled Darin, a situation that suited her

Nancy approached Rhea and greeted,

looked up, recognizing the

someone as ordinary as Nancy, who only had a modest talent in design. Rhea believed that with hard work,

E L A ‘s L

raised her glass toward Millie and suggested,

propose a toast to

What?

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