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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Nine

作者: Anney GW
last update 最終更新日: 2025-09-19 10:55:53
Celeste’s POV

I scratched a line through a design draft and gripped my head, fingers digging into my scalp in frustration. If only I could dig deeper and find the skill and creativity hiding beneath.

“Auntie Celeste!” Molly gasped, half horror and half admonishment. “Why did you scribble on your design? It was so pretty.”

I glanced at the serious little artist sitting at Ryan’s design table pulled right against mine. She’d drawn a tiara and was halfway done coloring it in.

“Do you think it was pretty? It’s nowhere near as pretty as your design.”

A smile lifted my lips when she blushed shyly.

“Do you like it? It’s a princess crown for you.” Molly peered at my table. “What are you making?”

I sighed, my smile dimming.

In college, I’d done well in the design competitions, almost always placing in the top three. The key was not simply designing something breathtaking—although that was definitely important—but ensuring it fit the theme perfectly.

Transcendent Love—a bond between a parent and
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Grace was wrong. Molly knows something. Hope she spills soon.
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