With a smile adorning her countenance, Millie gracefully inclined herself, a portrait of radiance that effortlessly drew a sea of curious gazes.

Nancy found herself taken aback, her equilibrium momentarily disrupted.

Why hadn’t Millie died?

Millie emerged unscathed, dispelling any notion of a plunge into the river.

Nancy pinched her arm, a flustered reaction betraying her turmoil.

The conclusion was inescapable, Millie had undoubtedly handed over the recording to the legal counsel.

Millie’s confident stride led her to Nancy’s side, a smile as radiant as the sun gracing her lips.

Angela’s Library

Linger at

murmur edged with ire, struggled

intact

nonchalant shrug cloaked her

art of swimming. Thus, I

“You!”

portrait of indignation,

proffering invitations, his steady voice proposing,

the venue’s expanse. Nancy’s voice, subdued to a hush, carried an air

It’s evident she must have

fists involuntarily balling in a display of

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