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Millie collected her materials and moved past Nancy.

“Millie, just who are you?” Nancy’s gaze bore into Millie’s retreating figure, the intensity palpable.

In terms of age, Millie fell short of Nancy’s standing, and in terms of industry influence, Nancy’s name reverberated throughout the realm of jewelry design.

How could Millie outshine her? Nancy’s mind raced, the puzzle of Millie’s ascendancy eluding her grasp.

“Nancy, instead of fixating on deciphering my identity, invest that energy into crafting exceptional designs.”

Nancy’s insatiable curiosity gnawed at her, yet Millie remained resolute in her determination to withhold her true identity. Letting Nancy languish in the throes of uncertainty seemed a fitting recompense.

the

your intent to test

prompting Millie to pivot and arch a quizzical

keen on stretching your patience, but I also relish the prospect

brazenness escalated the

I’d refrain from doing. Pray that you don’t come

verbal bravado, a futile

the need for heightened caution moving forward, acknowledging Nancy’s capacity for

via taxi, Millie placated her growling stomach by embarking on a culinary

glance at the time reinforced the anticipation of Marcus’ return, customary eventuality imminent at

onto the sofa, intent on dialing Marcus’

“Millie, have you eaten?”