“Kindly, let’s regainposure. We yet have another designer’s creations to showcase. Let’s warmly


    wee Nancy, the designer, as she introduces her works.”


    Nancy, seated among the audience, had turned pallid, her quivering lips betraying her emotional


    turmoil. Under her dress, the force of her pinching had left her thighs bruised.


    The revtion of Millie as the Sky Heart’s creator was driving Nancy to the brink of madness. Why did


    it have to be Millie?


    This unveiling exined the brilliance behind Millie’s previous works-Light in the Dark and Swan Kiss.


    Her inexperience was a mere facade; she ranked among the industry’s top-tier designers.


    Nancy finallyprehended the meaning behind Millie’s earlier words, “I’ll go on stage first; don’t


    me me for stealing your Limelight.”


    The Sky Heart’s luminous presence had seized the spotlight, rendering the disy of her own works


    futile; they were inevitably overshadowed.


    Absorbed in her thoughts, Nancy remained stationary for an extended interval.


    The host’s patient prompt roused her.


    “Designer Nancy?”


    With a start, Nancy refocused, her hesitant footsteps leading her onto the stage. The oue was


    apparent, even without words.


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    “Hello, esteemed guests, I’m Nancy. The piece I present today is titled ‘Starry Night’. The resplendent


    stars adorning the nocturnal sky served as my muse for this creation.”


    As expected, while Nancy introduced her work on stage, few in the audience paid heed.


    The conversations predominantly revolved around the Sky Heart’s revtion.


    As Nancy concluded her presentation, the apuse wasckluster at best. She pressed her lips


    together tightly, her hands trembling slightly as she made her way off the stage.


    Despite the undeniable excellence of her work, it had been utterly eclipsed by the radiant presence of


    the Sky Heart.


    Millie’s phone chimed, capturing her attention. Retrieving her phone, she discovered a message from


    Marcus.


    Millie’s phone chimed, and she swiftly nced at the screen to read a message.


    “Honey, did you deceive me? Were you pretending to be so vulnerable this morning?”


    A chuckle escaped Millie’s lips as she read the message. Recollecting the morning scene when Marcus


    had gone to great lengths to console her, she found it quite amusing. For a man of his typically


    commanding demeanor, such efforts were indeed out of character.


    Suppressing herughter, Millie decided to y along and chose not to respond.


    After a brief moment, another message popped up.


    “You fooled me, and now you’re ignoring me? Wait until the event is over,” he replied firmly.


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    Even through the text, the irritation in Marcus’s words was palpable.


    To defuse the situation, Millie finally replied, “What do you intend to do? If you dare to punish me, I’ll


    rescind my decision to be your wife.”