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Nanny Rita pats Cela's shoulder as if telling her to just bear with Joyce. "She hasn't changed," Cela whispered. The long table is adorned with beautiful flowers and all the fine dishes are out. The foods look even more delicious with the classy setting that resembles that of a wedding reception long table. The guests are amazed and flattered with such accommodation. Rolan introduced Cela to the guests. "If you don't know yet, my sister is a writer. Romantic story is her forte and so far she has two books under the name 'Nameless'."

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Instead, she went to a corner of the room where my bookshelf was and started touching the books there. "So you read," she said, stating the obvious. I couldn't resist the urge to roll my eyes. "No, I don't. I'm an illiterate who happens to be a book collector," I replied sarcastically. Carly ignored my comment and touched one book in my collection of series. "The Nancy Drew case files: playing with fire," she read out. "What's it about?"

Out of boredom, she walked over to a small open bookshelf on one side and casually read a book to pass the time. Such a large room seemed much more empty. There was always a cold feeling when one was alone here. But Leona didn't care and just wanted to wait until the banquet downstairs was over. Leona was stunned when she opened the title page of the book. It read, "To Emma of the Quiet Years, wishing you well. The writing is. Jovanka." This book was published by... Jovanka? Leona flipped to the back, and the author was clearly written with the word Jovanka.

"I know you can. I don't need to know my own darkest secrets, they haunt me already." Joanna took a deep breath, it wouldn't be the first time she took a peek into the future, it wouldn't be the last either but everytime she came back to the present, her fingers and toes were left with an irritating tingle, like they wanted to come off. It wasn't a reaction she couldn't withstand, she had survived more. When one deviated from thier natural gifts, there were consequences but Joanna was far gone in life to care for consequences. She was on a mission, by the coven and another by her soul. Until recently, she was indifferent about being an orphan, now she searched for any sign of a home even a t

She shakes her head with a smile and replies, “My name is Joanna.” They arrive in front the company and they step down, Alexia and Joana put in their spectacles and release their long dark hair on their shoulders. They are both dressed in a long skinny white straight dress and a blue blazer and long heeled black boots. Joanna is holding the blue handbag that has her laptop and they both walk together. In front of the gate to the building, there are people holding cameras looking around. They see the two ladies walking towards them in confidence, their heads lifted high and their legs or body unfazed with the numerous journalist waiting for them.

She looked sharply at Helen and Grace. “This is really terrible,”Joanna exclaimed. “The same house I went all out for. Paying to Jacquelyn every single month without missing one. It’s that same house I couldn’t stay in without fear for my life and my child’s life”. Helen rolled up her shirt I showed Joanna her plastered arm.

Marianne feels happy to see the lively atmosphere at the table, though she wished that she had invited Peter for dinner. Joanna stands up as soon as she has spotted the wheelchaired lady. “Hello… you must be Lady Marianne. Please excuse our rowdy behaviour, I just can’t simply be in silence when the dignity of women is being questioned by Carl. I’m Joanna, John’s twin sister,” said Joanna with a kind and friendly smile. “Pleasure to meet you Joanna. Please call me Marianne.” Marianne smiled back at her, thinking that ‘Annie is right, she is a very likable person’.

Around ten o'clock, Grace brought a late-night snack to Joanna's room. Joanna was engrossed in a book. Without looking up, she gave a casual instruction, "Just leave it there." She continued reading, but after a while, she noticed Grace hadn't left. Reluctantly, she looked up. "Grace, do you... need something?" "Uh—no, nothing. I just wanted to have a word with you," Grace said nervously, her hands clasped together.

“Joana, you are grasping at invincible straws and trying to convince yourself that there is a link.” “I am.going to bring justice to the people you have haunted. That is enough reward for me,” She replied and my face beamed up with a smile. “Joana…Joana, you are a craftsman. If you really want to rat me out, you would have ended the call about a minute ago because the news show just started,” I said. Her heartbeat elevated when I spoke, meaning I wasn't wrong. “I will do it, Dire.” She claimed. “Unless what? This isn't a threat call, it's a negotiation. You want something, so what is it?” I asked. I looked out the window noticing that we were almost back to my company.