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 safety

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

he found Millie slumbering at her desk. Gently lifting

childlike wetness at the corner

away the drool, marveling at his

her sleep, a subtle sign of relief as the stickiness

But alas, it was marred by the errant drool;

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

peacefully sleeping nearby, she wondered if he had carried

by a need to continue her work, she approached her desk, but what met her eyes left her stunned: a crumpled

struck her; her

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