“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?”

what’s in there?” Ethan asked. “It’s your personal property,” she responded, eyes unwavering.

invitation. Open it.” For a long moment, Madelyn

Madelyn unfolded

expecting shock or despair. Instead, he was met with an unsettling serenity.

She glanced at the photographs, then back to him. “I happened to see one

something bothered you, why not confront me and seek explanations? But you chose silence, Ethan. Does it mean you deem

wish to postpone our engagement, so be it. But this cold war achieves nothing. Father

to him, her voice softened but retained its edge. “There are things I’d never lie to you about, and in return, I’d rather not be

something was slipping away,

you want to cancel the engagement, go ahead. Prof. Monet has an opportunity to teach at the Paris Art Academy for three months as a guest lecturer. Three

was singular, and not just anyone could land such an opportunity. Internally, Madelyn had been wrestling

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