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

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

slumbering at her desk. Gently lifting her,

childlike wetness at the corner

away the drool, marveling

subtle sign

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

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

peacefully sleeping nearby, she

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

struck her; her drool-soaked paper must have been witnessed

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