Chapter 23

As soon as Mila stepped inside, she caught a faint scent of tea lingering in the air.

She removed her blindfold.

Her eyes took in the sight of a room steeped in old-world charm, reminiscent of a classic drawing room. A graceful woman with her hair elegantly pinned up approached to help Mila out of her winter coat and brought a basin filled with warm water.

Mila dipped her hands in to cleanse them, and after a quick inspection by the woman, she was led further into the house.

The next room was similarly styled, exuding a refined elegance.

Once seated, someone brought over a tray of refreshments. The entire process was carried out in silence, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

The formality of the place reminded Mila of her grandfather Lysander's home, where traditions were held in high regard. She was used to such environments, though they always left her a bit uneasy, a little suffocated.

After what seemed like half an hour, she heard measured footsteps approaching. The wooden door slid open, and in walked a tall, poised gentleman with a charming smile.

He nodded at her, "Miss Lillian?"

circle, Mila went by the name Lillian,

interactions had been limited to messages on her phone. This was her first

had received, she knew

appearance. His elegance was a stark

distantly, opting not to introduce himself, indicating

Mila wasn't bothered.

encountered clients who didn't wish to disclose their identities; it never impeded their work

face struck a familiar chord

Had they met before?

best left unasked. Mila tucked her

the inspected gown and toolkit

attire, Mila approached to ensure everything fit

were any issues,

moved closer,

of tea emanating from him, mixed with... a faint

her line of work, crafting bespoke pieces, she often experimented with natural dyes and fragrances. Over time, her sense of smell had become

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