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Chapter 18: The Tear of the Moon

ผู้เขียน: Edward Pika
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2024-12-03 09:10:22

“Me??”

Alia jolted out of the intimate atmosphere that had enveloped her, her mind suddenly filled with a cacophony of question marks. She stared at Marcellus, dumbfounded, and instinctively repeated his words, hoping she had misheard.

As a former thief in her past life, Alia was no stranger to lavish balls. In fact, she had perfected the art of maneuvering through them, making a clean getaway with her spoils. The elegant music, dazzling lights, and the chatter of the wealthy had always been her workplace. But planning a ball? That was a completely different story!

She tried to mask her panic, pressing her lips together and speaking in the calmest voice she could muster.

“Marcellus, are you sure you want me to handle this? I… might not be as skilled as you think.”

Marcellus, however, seemed unperturbed. He smiled faintly, clearly oblivious to her internal turmoil.

“My dear, don’t worry. This isn’t your first ball—you’ve done wonderfully before. You’ll do so again. I believe in you.”

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