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

and with a newfound inspiration,

Marcus returned, he found Millie slumbering at her desk.

noticed the childlike wetness at the corner of

wiped away the

lips smacked in her sleep, a subtle sign of

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

awoke in the pre-dawn hush, checking her phone to find the time had slipped to two in

bed and Marcus was peacefully sleeping nearby, she

desk, but what met her eyes left her stunned: a crumpled draft marked by a dried

embarrassment struck her; her drool-soaked

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