Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 147

"What is it?"

Hearing the energy in Wynne's voice, Serena couldn't help but smile.

She sank onto the couch, hugging a pillow against her chest.

Wynne started with a dramatic bout of whining before finally getting to the point.

"I'm restoring an ancient porcelain piece, but I've hit a bit of a wall. One of my colleagues mentioned that your mom had created a series using the same technique. I wanted to ask-do you still have any of those pieces?

"It doesn't have to be a perfect one, even a flawed backup would do. I just need something to practice on before attempting the real thing. I'd rather not botch the restoration and end up ruining a historical artifact."

Then, she sent over two pictures of the porcelain piece in question, along with a document detailing the technique.

Serena actually knew a lot about these.

After a brief moment of thought, Serena said, "I kept a few imperfect pieces from my mom's collection. From the looks of it, I think I have one that's pretty similar- same intricate patterns, same craftsmanship. I can bring it over later if you want to take a look."

"Seriously? Oh my gosh! Nina, you're a lifesaver!"

Wynne squealed with excitement.

picture her bouncing around with her

the present. She wasn't

trip back felt like more trouble

that worked

just given her the keys, and

anything formal because no one would be around to see her anyway. She grabbed the car keys, slipped on

elevator, heading to the

a step when two familiar figures came into view, walking

"You again?"

Her tone was sharp and laced with accusation. "You're going out like that in the middle of the night, Serena? Who are you

were deliberately trying to lure

to respond. Her gaze swept over Wendy and Zach, both still dressed in formal attire, likely returning from

Zach was leaning heavily against Wendy, his face flushed. He was clearly

Wendy had dropped the act. With Zach in this state, there was no

ignored them and headed straight for

being brushed off, but with Zach

pressing matters. She needed to get him

was about to leave, the weight in her arms