“Stop here. I’ll disembark.”

Unable to resist the resolute gleam in Millie’s gaze, Marcus yielded to her request and brought the car to a standstill.

In the not-so-distant vicinity, Rosie observed as Millie gracefully alighted from Marcus’ car, their parting accompanied by radiant smiles, a tableau of sweetness.

A flame of ire ignited within Rosie, and her teeth clenched in frustration.

How did they share such an affable rapport? Hadn’t Mr. Thomas witnessed those unsettling images on the internet? Surely he should have been seething with indignation toward Millie for her association with that scandalous pictures.

Within the confines of the office, Rosie ambled about, arms crossed, her movements a mixture of agitation and pensive contemplation. As she departed the scene, a conspiratorial wink was directed at Emerie, a gesture laden with unspoken intent.

you made progress with your design

desk, her inquiry delivered with a newfound warmth. Lessons learned, her tone now held a gentler cadence when addressing

in the

the task handed down the previous day being a challenge that couldn’t be rushed. Jewelry design was one that demanded meticulous care and

the portion you’ve managed

the request, Millie extended her work

Emerie’s surprise was evident. Despite being merely halfway done, the piece exuded a refined beauty and craftsmanship that transcended the novice level and verged into

as an outsider in the realm

fueled by the evidence before her—undeniable talent

Emerie opted for critique, her voice holding a

form with white diamonds? In today’s world, young girls often lean toward hues of pink. A

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