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.

was down to Sylvia and Amiee. Gabriel couldn’t stand to watch

a straight flush. Magdalen slapped the table, “Thank my

her, “What did you

grin,

had a pair too, which is why

hand?” Magdalen prodded, eager with

to Sylvia, who had been quiet for so long. Perhaps she was the

proudly displayed her

The room collectively facepalmed.

wrong, did

“And what kind of

“Whatever she loses, I’ll

over at

at her, deadpan, “That’s the smallest hand in the

didn’t you

you aren’t the only card novice in the

laugh, “You kept betting all this

chips, “Lucky start, thanks everyone, and a special shout-out to

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