Sylvia picked up the smallest cards earlier, but this round she had hit the jackpot. Turning to Gabriel, she asked, “They’re all different this time, you still in?”

Gabriel eyed her curiously, “Different how?”

She whispered, “None of the suits match.”

Gabriel took a deep breath, leaned in closer, and patiently explained, “You only need to worry about suits when you’ve got a straight, like a 3-4-5 or 6-7-8. What you have is called a ‘set’—all three cards have the same number.”

Sylvia listened intently, murmuring, “Why didn’t you teach me before?”

Gabriel said casually, “You need a strong mind to gamble, to control yourself. Otherwise, it’s easy to lose your grip. You were too young back then, not ready to learn.”

“But Nightingale learned,” Sylvia whispered.

“Comparing yourself to her? She’s single-minded, and you?” Gabriel chided coldly.

“I’m focused when I learn things. When have I ever gotten distracted?” Sylvia retorted, feeling indignant.

“Nightingale never talks back,” Gabriel pointed out.

Sylvia fell silent.

“What’s this secret chat about? Speak up, let us all in

like spring, “He’s just saying my

for effect before adding,

Magdalen tossed a chip into the pot, “I’m with

round, nearly everyone followed

two rounds, Emily folded, Marina raised the stakes, and after exchanging glances, Estelle

only Marina, Evelyn,

laugh, “With cards this good, why not bet? What are we waiting

looked supremely confident, “Indeed, if I lose,

a moment, and the room erupted in

smugly reclaiming

curious, leaned in to see

over, “Mr. Foster, that’s quite

nerve, I could have taken

the bravest young masters

at her amusedly, “Is that an

smile was enigmatic, “Cultural references, huh?

was down to Evelyn

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