Upon Louis’ conclusion, the focus shifted.

“However, the next creation I present is not my own but the brainchild of Millie. Let us extend a warm welcome as she elucidates its essence.”

Millie was caught off guard.

The prospect of delivering a speech was one Millie had never entertained. She had annotated the concept and original intent of the piece beside the illustration, assuming that Louis would serve as its spokesperson.

As the realization dawned that no one had taken the stage, the audience’s attention followed Louis’ gaze, converging on Millie. A palpable pressure enveloped her immediately.

Louis, with a knowing wink, implored Millie to ascend the platform.

herself and advanced. This marked her inaugural appearance before such a multitude, leading

reassurance. “Believe in yourself. Anxiety needs not

A ‘s L I B R

stood upon the stage, cognizant of the fact

by

held up the brooch for

his favor. A silver flower blossomed on a pliable silver stem, flanked by a pair of azure butterflies. The piece exuded a robust antique

not only visually captivating but also

of butterflies undoubtedly

striking creation, she would surely implore me to procure it for

A voice emerged, “Miss Brown,

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