Elise Don laughed, slowly finding it hard to keep smiling.
She was wealthy, everyone knew that, but did she have freedom? Even she wasn't sure.
"Because I've been busy with Yilri Garment, my schedule hasn't allowed it."
Elise Don explained.
Hanna Quin didn't inquire deeply; after all, they weren't close enough. Before leaving, she humorously gifted a book by Pauline Roy to Elise Don.
"Consider it a bribe for my mentor."
Elise Don gave a small smile to thank her and got into the car to leave.
The luxurious convoy slowly drove away, weaving through the decayed neighborhood. The dark privacy film reflected shadows of bare branches. On the back seat lay the poetry collection, its cover curled, the publication date long forgotten.
Elise Don's idea of studying in France was like a wooden box tucked away in a corner, sealed with many youthful fantasies. A gust of wind kicked up dust that blurred her vision, but not enough to sway her heart.
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