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Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Five

Penulis: Anney GW
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-30 10:16:52
Celeste’s POV

It was Saturday. The one day I usually let myself breathe.

But today, the silence of my studio was my only refuge.

The hum of the carving tool steadied me, the soft rasp of metal against wax, the smell of polish, the slow emergence of a design beneath my hands.

It was something to focus on. Something that wasn’t him.

Everyone at Rosemary had been talking about it all week.

The engagement.

Of course, someone had leaked it to the press, that the Michelle Hughes, heiress to Hughes Industries, was finally getting engaged.

They didn’t know to whom, though.

Not yet.

I pressed the tool too hard. The wax snapped in half.

I cursed softly and set it down.

The engagement was happening today, at the Pearl Harbour Hotel.

An extravagant show of the Hughes money.

A knock came at the door, snapping me away from my thoughts.

“Come in,” I said, not looking up.

Rachel peeked in, hesitant but smiling. “Hey. You’re here?”

She didn’t look surprised to see me here.

“Couldn’t stay home,” I murmu
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