Chapter 168

Chapter 168:
“Would you honor me with your autograph?” Jayceon beamed with boyish excitement. “And might we capture a photograph together—all three of us? Would that arrangement be acceptable to you?”
Millie smiled warmly and positioned herself gracefully for a photo with them, while Myron, maintaining his characteristically quiet demeanor, stood observantly off to the side.
Just before the camera captured their moment, Millie experienced an inexplicable premonition and shifted her gaze toward the side entrance. At that precise instant, Brandon, who had emerged from the venue accompanied by Vivian, directed his attention toward their gathering as well.
The sharp click of the shutter echoed as Jayceon snapped the picture. Only then did Millie realize she hadn’t been ready. “Oops, I wasn’t looking at the camera. Can we try that again?”
A bright grin lit up Jayceon’s face. “Absolutely, let’s take another one!” Turning back toward the lens, Millie put on her best smile.
The instant camera whirred, freezing Jayceon, Adriana, and Millie—mask and all—together in one shot.
She watched Jayceon slide the fresh print free and pass it over to her. Carefully, Millie scrawled Serena’s name on the glossy white border.
Task finished, her eyes drifted to the spot where Brandon had stood just a minute earlier. He was gone now, already swept away by Vivian. Only emptiness remained where he’d been.
For a moment, Millie lingered. Then, she turned away, only to lock eyes with Myron by chance. No words left his lips—he just watched her, and as soon as he noticed her looking, he pivoted and called for his siblings to follow him out.
Saying nothing, Millie simply slipped into the luxury vehicle behind Charles. The car eased onto the road, and with today’s show wrapping up without a hitch, Millie found herself heading back earlier than usual.
Steadily, her health had turned a corner—gone was the constant weakness that once defined her days.
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Inside the comfort of the vehicle, she began her routine: wiping away her makeup, slipping off her mask, and changing into casual clothes.
Her mind wandered back to her earlier conversation with the policewoman—her car repairs were finally finished. Mentioning it to Charles, she let him know she’d be getting off partway. Follow current novᴇls on
A plan formed: she would pick up her car and make a quick stop at her own place. After countless nights spent in the hospital, nothing sounded better than her own bed.
No objection came from Charles; he simply let her out near the dealership with a nod. Millie waited for his car to disappear down the street before she headed inside.
A few signatures later, her keys were returned, and her car was hers again. Settling into the driver’s seat, a wave of nostalgia hit her.
It amazed her how just ten days apart felt like a lifetime away from the familiar feel of the steering wheel. With a small exhale, she brushed off the odd sense of distance, started the ignition, and merged into the rhythm of city traffic.
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