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Chapter 9: My Mona Lisa

Author: Black sweet
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-20 23:42:41

~ Avelyn ~

The maids weren’t joking when they said “master only sees the best.” Because why else would I be squeezed into a black laced dress just to have dinner.

Frankly speaking, I doubt I’d do much eating with his goddamn corset twisting my intestines. I mean, this isn’t the medieval era for Christ sake!

Still, I didn’t dare groan. On the outside I was as cool as a cucumber watching the kitchen staff set the table while I sat across from him. At the very least, this table wasn’t like the tea setting in the greenhouse. This was more elaborate, which meant farther distance from him. Great.

Soon after the staffs disappeared, leaving me in the suffocating tension. I bet even my breathing could be heard. But he didn’t speak and began eating.

The sound of cutlery against ceramic subtly reached my ears. But I couldn’t eat, and it wasn’t because of the dress, no, I fondled with my knife while I spiraled in my thoughts.

I wanted to ask what they talked about. Kyle wasn’t gonna tell me,
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