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Take out the file from her bag; Wan Mei passes it to her before starting the discussion. "This is the exhibition floor plan, and this is the event itinerary. Have a look first, and tell me what do you think of it." Athena flips the file's cover and takes a look at the papers one by one. "So, my masterpiece will be in the center of the hall, just like how I request, right?" She looks at the floor plan to confirm it. "Yes, that is right." Athena squint her eyes a bit when seeing an empty space behind the statue.

I can still feel the maids eyeing me, but I didn't mind them anymore to not make them uncomfortable with me. And while looking around the shelf, I noticed something wrong so I went to check the other shelves as well with a creased forehead. I glanced at the maids who were back to doing their jobs and noticed that one of them is arranging the books in the same way. "Excuse me?" They stopped from moving just to face me. I frowned at them. "Why is it that all the books are arranged according to what year it's published instead of by titles?" I looked back at the book beside me. "This one, the Lycans History from the Vampires invasion, is two books away from book two of this title. Why is that?"

"What the hell are you doing, Galen?" Zoren walked inside the palace and saw Galen frantically shaking a book on the table. "What are you trying to do—is that the cursed book?" "No, this one is the witch's book one," he replied, and then looked down at the book on the table. "Oh, that one, yeah! This one is the cursed book." "Why do you have them out here, and why are you shaking that one?" "I just thought that I should," he responded, a bit worried. The sour smile on his face was good enough for Zoren to have questions.

Garrett The clearing is exactly as I remembered from my scouting trip yesterday. Secluded, peaceful, with a small stream running along one edge. I've set up blankets, cushions, and most importantly—a stack of books. Iris stops when she sees it, hand flying to her mouth. "You did all this?" Her voice is soft with wonder. "I wanted it to be special." I guide her to the blankets. "And I found something I thought you'd like." I hand her the top book. It's old, leather-bound, with gilt lettering. "Advanced Theories in Shield Construction and Consciousness-Based Magical Architecture."

THE GALA The thing about galas is that they look beautiful from the outside. All that glittering glass and expensive fabric and people who've spent hours making themselves look like they just naturally wake up perfect. The lighting that costs more than most people's cars. The champagne that flows like water. The illusion of effortlessness. But from the inside from where I was standing in the venue three hours before doors opened, it was controlled chaos held together by duct tape and prayer. "The centerpieces are wrong," Sarah said, appearing at my elbow with her tablet and the expression of someone who'd been dealing with vendor incompetence since six AM. "They sent peonies. We ordered rose

He said: the arrangement is correct. I said: you have a view on the arrangement. He said: the early pieces from the pregnancy series establish the register. The journal work in the middle section shows the range. The surgical anatomy collaborations at the end show where the practice has arrived. It reads as a development rather than a collection. I said: that is what Adaeze and I were trying to do. He said: you did it. The opening night was on a Thursday in late spring. I wore the grey dress, which still fit and which had been present for more significant evenings than any other piece of clothing I owned, and I thought about that briefly while getting dressed, the specific history of a dress

The villa’s sunroom smelled faintly of old books and fresh citrus. Celeste sat cross-legged on the low couch, a loose linen wrap knotted at her waist, hair pulled back with a clip that kept slipping free. The breeze rustled the sheer curtains behind her as she flipped through the second draft of Still Life.

What was he trying to hide? Stella Grace looked around and realized that the layout of this basement was very simple. There were bookshelves, books, and desks with drawers. She opened the drawer. There was nothing in it. The desk lamp was normal, neither was there anything unusual with the tea-set. Her eyes were fixated on the bookshelves. She picked up the second, the fifth, the eighth, the sixth, the first, and the fourth book. Nothing happened. She put the books back and noticed that the last cabinet was very strange. The codes of the books were very clear. However, the books were placed randomly. For example, the humanities book was put under science fiction. Science fiction was put toge

“The ancient texts are clear on what it takes to make a successful match, your majesty.” The Immaculate Mother begins. “As you have seen with your very own match, the Goddess smiles upon you and the strength of your line.” She snaps her fingers. Phoebe strides toward the table, she seems to float across the floor, her robe giving the illusion. She reaches within its invisible folds and retrieves a small book, bound in leather and well worn. Gold letters are neatly stamped on the cover— The Order Of The Kingdom Of The Moon. The Immaculate Mother quickly flips through the well worn pages.

"Just a moment, Gale. I'll be right back." Galileo looked at her assuringly. Perhaps on purpose, Galileo hadn't put his clothes on. Still topless, he picked up the blanket and got back in bed. He relaxed against the headboard with an arm behind his head, then gloated at Ambrose. Ambrose could feel his anger rise. He glared at Galileo, who looked like he was seducing Larissa. What was worse, Galileo was topless! Ambrose silently grumbled at how Galileo was showing off his eight-pack abs and fair skin.