“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.

meat. Your frame is delicate, like a

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

Millie’s acknowledgment to Louis was a

in the form of

succulent, tempted Millie’s taste buds;

the unbroken gaze of Marcus still fixed on her,

G E L A ‘s L I B

with the subtle rustle of rising, Millie trailing

secretary general, with a practiced hand, bestowed room cards upon

sanctuary for rest. Seek comfort

“Louis, yours awaits.”

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