Chapter: 391

Marcus was confident that, one day, Millie would open up to him.

In a separate chamber, Nancy found herself gazing intently at the message Millie had sent. The audacity with which Millie declared herself inferior to trash left Nancy dumbfounded.

Could anyone truly be so unhinged?

Oh, what a spectacle this was unfolding to be! Once deemed utterly unattractive, Millie turned out to possess a countenance of remarkable allure beneath her concealing mask.

What an irony!

coursed through Nancy’s being, propelling her towards the balcony in search of a gust of

had transformed from a weed into a blossom? Ultimately, her

arose, only to find

her lower abdomen. This discomfort cast a

settled into her seat, a chorus

tableau featuring Marcus, Mrs. Barton, and Nancy at an adjacent table. Flanking them were Derek and Simon, two sentinels presiding over the scene. On the polished expanse of the table rested several cases brimming with

were

sanctuary from the

eyes, shadows gathered, and a

Barton, do none of these adornments catch

each a creation by the skilled hands of their premier artisans. A treasury of

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