Goodbye, My Love

Keely, registering his words, blinked nervously.

When she had presented her sketches to Leopold, he was so taken aback by her talent that he insisted on meeting her immediately. Their first encounter began with an unexpected question.

“What emotions fueled this design, Miss Haywood?”

Keely had a host of flattering compliments and rehearsed expert knowledge at her disposal. However, she was taken aback by Leopold’s question, which left her momentarily speechless.

She was uncertain about the origin of the inspiration for the design.

Leopold offered her a kind, contemplative Look.

this drawing. Was it someone special that inspired you to use such

crying after a moment of reflection. Adapting the narrative of her and Marco’s relationship, she

her version, she and Marco were deeply in Love. She alleged she was framed and unjustly imprisoned in a foreign country, and the design sketches were her way of

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romantic tale to Loraine and the others, his voice rich with emotion. As he concluded the story, he sighed, dabbing at the corners of

release from prison. The blame should be placed on the cruel woman who incarcerated her, not her. Don’t you

Torres?”

cast a pensive look at Keely, remaining silent under a

recognizing the twisted story of what had happened between Loraine, Marco, and Keely,

would believe such a

anyone with a decent aesthetic sense wouldn’t question her abilities after witnessing her designs. Primarily, I brought her back to reconnect with her muse, the

unable to tolerate any more, questioned, “Are you planning to assist your student in reuniting with her lover, Professor