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!

secrecy, symbolizing

a newfound inspiration, she set

Millie slumbering at her desk. Gently lifting her,

corner of her mouth—a secret shared only

away the drool, marveling at his lack

subtle sign of relief as the

half-finished creation, and his curiosity was piqued. But alas, it was marred by

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

was peacefully sleeping nearby, she wondered if he

from bed and driven by a need to continue her work, she approached her desk, but what met her eyes left her stunned: a crumpled draft marked by a

struck her; her drool-soaked paper must have

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