Chapter 457

Celeste’s impatience resonated through her words. “The sight of someone within these walls wears on my patience. Yearning for

the solace of afternoon tea, a balm to soothe my vexation.”

Rumors reached Celeste’s ears of Millie’s astounding artistic prowess unveiled in Snow Mountain Villa. An exquisite creation

named Light in the Dark had emerged from her hands—a necklace that triumphed over Nancy and captured the heart of Mrs.

Barton.

Cautiously, Celeste’s eyes revisited Millie, a spark of doubt igniting within her.

Had Millie truly outshone Nancy?

Observing the enigmatic shimmer in Celeste’s gaze, Millie chose to evade her scrutiny, ushering her belongings into the chamber

and ascending the staircase to stow them away.

When Millie descended, Gemma’s enthusiasm drew her into the living room’s center, a jubilant tug at her arm.

“Mrs. Thomas, | implore you to cast your eyes upon this.”

Gemma’s voice danced with excitement, yet Millie remained puzzled.

“What am | to gaze upon?”

“It's a tome of your nuptial captures with Mr. Thomas, bound into a volume of matrimony, and dispatched here. Please do peruse

its contents.”

She complied, and before her rested a resplendent album—a testament to their shooting day's radiance.

In Millie’s eyes glimmered the spark of anticipation. Could it truly be completed in such haste?

Gemma was summoned to her tasks by the diligent butler.

Carrying the album to the courtyard, Millie settled onto the swing, her gaze fixed upon the weighty volume, an inscrutable chill

descending.

Her union, still a concept she struggled to embrace fully, was marked by an opulent assortment of photos.

For her, those photographs were more than mere images; they symbolized the journey from paramours to partners, heralding a

beautiful inception and a promise of hand in hand through the ages.

Avision where, in their twilight years, she could recount the Yet a shroud of uncertainty veiled Millie’s courage to reveal what lay

within.

Could their unorthodox alliance yield a happily-ever-after?

Upon contemplation, Millie recognized a tenderness growing within her, a sensitivity unexpected.

Summoning courage, she parted the album's covers, a gasp escaping her lips as a gallery of beauty unfolded, each image

resplendent and poignant.

Amidst blossoms, Marcus encircled her, eyes shut in devotion, a gesture tender and profound.

Her artful grace melded with Marcus’ sculpted elegance, their near-touching lips framed by the canvas of the night sky, a scene

of romance beyond compare.