“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.

have you made progress with your design

with a newfound warmth. Lessons learned, her tone now held a gentler cadence when

the midst of

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

show me the portion you’ve managed to

extended her work to

exuded a refined beauty and

outsider in the realm of jewelry

shifted, fueled by the evidence before her—undeniable

Emerie opted for critique, her voice holding a note

today’s world, young girls often lean toward hues of pink. A revision might be

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