Chapter: 415

After retreating to the sanctuary of her room, Millie eschewed beginning her design without delay. Instead, her fingers danced across the keyboard as she delved into the virtual world to unearth information about Mrs. Barton.

Time’s passage was marked by the soft clicks of her mouse until she stumbled upon an archived interview featuring Mrs. Barton. Within it, the host inquired if red was her favored hue.

Observation had told them that Mrs. Barton’s wardrobe blazed with red, yet the response was a pause that hung heavy in the air. Eventually, she slowly shook her head, her voice soft but decisive, revealing her true affection for the shade of black.

Millie’s mind tumed over this revelation, as if peering into a mystery.

Black!

cloaked in secrecy, symbolizing safety and

in Millie’s creative soul, and with a newfound inspiration, she set to work designing

Millie slumbering at her desk. Gently lifting

noticed the childlike wetness at the corner of her

the

sleep, a subtle sign of

then drawn to Millie’s half-finished creation, and his curiosity was piqued. But alas, it was marred by the

to

nearby,

she approached her desk, but what met her eyes left her stunned: a crumpled draft

pang of sadness and embarrassment struck her; her drool-soaked

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