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

blossomed. So what if Millie had transformed from a weed

Millie arose, only

cast a pallor upon her face as morning

she settled into her seat, a chorus of gazes

upon a 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

were

herself, seeking sanctuary from

eyes, shadows gathered, and a tempestuous inquiry poised upon

none of these

by the skilled

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