Goodbye, My Love

Cayson, attempting to respond, was unwilling to Let her go but couldn’t bear to see Loraine in discomfort. He put on a forced smile and stated,

“Alright, Lorrie, rest up.”

As Loraine settled in her seat, the two gentlemen claimed spots on either side of her, promptly.

Cayson reached for a beverage nearby, offering it to her, while the man in the silver fox mask passed her a napkin to dab her sweat.

Feeling awkward, Loraine surveyed the room.

Without uttering a word, she sipped her drink, pretending to fade into the background.

rivalry adapted to the situation, amplifying their efforts to provide her with drinks, even to the point of topping up her glass before

an eye, she found herself downing

uncomfortable, took this as an opportunity to excuse

Loraine unmasked herself, gazed at her reflection, and exhaled a sigh of relief. Such a

but feel a sense of familiarity in the interaction between

Angela’s Library

her thoughts as overthinking and proceeded to wash her

lifted her gaze, she noticed another figure reflected

woman wearing

Lounged against the door, smirking disdainfully, “Loraine, you’re quite the attention-seeker.

the woman in the

and seemed to have recognized her from the