Chapter 549
Chapter 549:
He turned the hat upside down and showed her that it was empty.
Once he had her attention, he reached toward her shoulder, pulled something invisible from the air, and dropped it into the hat. A moment later, he lifted out a white dove. Its wings flapped against the wind.
“Wow,” Millie whispered, amazed. She had seen the hat was empty.
The man gently placed the dove on her shoulder. It settled there without fear and began to coo.
Millie moved slightly, but it didn’t fly away.
Just then, a sharp snap of fingers made her turn.
The magician smiled at her.
Once again, he turned the hat over and showed that it was empty. This time, he reached toward her other shoulder and repeated the motion. He dug into the hat, moving his hand as though searching for something hidden.
A soft breeze passed through. Bubbles drifted by in its wake. From inside the hat, he pulled out a half-mask, sparkling with colorful gems.
He tipped the hat once more. Petals spilled out and floated to the ground. Then he bowed and offered the mask to Millie. She hesitated for a moment, but then took it.
When he straightened, another snap of fingers brought forth a folded paper. It appeared on his chest and fluttered in place. She read the words: “Would you wear it for me?”
The handwriting was familiar.
She looked at the figure before her and smiled.
“Okay,” she said softly, placing the mask over her face.
The man watched her, his eyes warm.
When the mask was in place, he removed the paper. With a flick of his hand, the paper caught fire, its glow lighting up Millie’s face. As the flames vanished, a red rose appeared in his hand.
𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺
He bowed again and offered it to her. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ
The rose glowed softly in the light, its scent perfectly blending with the herbs and spices in the air. Around them, bubbles shimmered, and the dove cooed gently on her shoulder.
Millie stared at the rose. Something about the moment felt familiar, as though she had seen it before.
“Could you accept it?” he asked.
Millie smiled, shaking off the strange feeling. She took the rose, still wondering how he had made it appear.
Then he extended his right hand.
“My dear lady, may I have the pleasure of showing you around the island?” It was Myron’s voice.
“Certainly,” she replied, ready to take his hand.
But one of her hands held the rose, and the other, the string of balloons. He glanced at them, and she understood. She released the string, and the balloons floated upward.
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