“Very well, let’s begin. All in attendance.”

Wasn’t it customary for Mrs. Thomas to sit beside her husband? His gesture of goodwill went unnoticed.

Millie’s brow furrowed. Had she somehow vexed Marcus? The abrupt shift puzzled her.

As the meal started, a bottle of Lafite ’82 was uncorked, its vintage whispering richness.

Millie, timid at the sight of such fine wine, kept her focus on her meal, leaving the glass untouched.

Simultaneously, Louis, with an inviting gesture, extended a delicately steamed portion of pork to Millie.

Your

the midst of conversation, Marcus’ gaze turned, catching the sight of them, his

acknowledgment to Louis was a nervous

the form of a whispered,

pork, glistening and succulent, tempted Millie’s taste buds;

finishing, she felt the unbroken gaze of Marcus still fixed on her, causing her

N G E L A ‘s L I B

with the subtle rustle of rising, Millie trailing behind like

general, with a practiced hand, bestowed room cards

your sanctuary for rest. Seek comfort after

“Louis, yours awaits.”

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