“Are you leaving?” Madelyn’s voice rang out. Ethan’s eyes met hers, momentarily devoid of emotion. But as they trailed to her bandaged hand, a shadow of concern passed over his face. “…Our engagement will continue,” he said slowly, choosing his words.

“I was the one who proposed. To abruptly call it off now would tarnish my family’s reputation. But,” he hesitated, “I can’t promise it will last indefinitely. From now on, your world is limited to school and home.”

Madelyn remained silent, her eyes fixed on him. Without a word, she moved to the table and gently placed the envelope she held onto its surface.

In a calm tone, she said, “Your car broke down. It’s in need of repairs. Your servant retrieved this envelope from inside.” She paused. “Maybe consider drinking less. I’m heading to my room.”

She began to walk away when Ethan’s voice stopped her. “Wait.”

Madelyn turned around. “Did you need something else?”

you want to know what’s in there?” Ethan asked. “It’s your personal property,” she responded, eyes unwavering. “I have no

it.” For a long moment, Madelyn

Madelyn unfolded

scrutinized her, expecting shock or despair. Instead, he was met with an unsettling serenity. He probed, “Well?

to see one of these when it fell earlier.

chose silence, Ethan. Does it mean you deem my actions beyond justification? That you place your trust in Ms. lolie

continued, ” Without a foundation of trust, our relationship stands on shaky ground. If you wish to postpone our engagement, so be it. But this cold war achieves nothing. Father mentioned your

voice softened but retained its edge. “There are things I’d never

as if something was slipping

engagement, go ahead. Prof. Monet has an opportunity to teach at the Paris Art Academy for three months as

once-in-a- lifetime chance. The slot was singular, and not just anyone could land such an opportunity. Internally, Madelyn had been wrestling with the decision to accept or decline. Choosing to go would equate to a

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