Amiee was on her feet without a word, trailing behind them.

Emily eyed the cards in her hand, hesitating, while Charlie, ever the bold one, tossed another couple of chips into the pot.

Leaning close, Evelyn whispered to Estelle, “How much is one chip worth?”

“Two hundred,” Estelle replied nonchalantly.

Evelyn’s jaw dropped. She was sitting on something decent for a couple of rounds, but the price of the chips had her folding faster than a lawn chair at a barbecue.

Sylvia, confident as ever, matched the bet with two chips of her own.

Gabriel, perched right behind her, glanced at her hand and frowned. “You’re betting without consulting your advisor?”

Sylvia leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “I’ve got a pair, that’s not too shabby.”

“Which pair?” Gabriel inquired, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

Sylvia pointed it out to him.

Gabriel just stared, speechless.

betting rounds, it was down to Sylvia and Amiee. Gabriel couldn’t

straight flush. Magdalen slapped the table, “Thank my lucky stars I got

her,

grin, Magdalen

too, which is

what’s your hand?” Magdalen prodded,

long. Perhaps she was the

displayed her

The room collectively facepalmed.

beamed, “What’s wrong, did

what kind of advisor

coolly, “Whatever she loses,

glanced over at

her, deadpan, “That’s the smallest hand

didn’t

around Emily,”Looks like you aren’t

kept betting all this time, I should’ve gone

thanks everyone, and a

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