Millie Lancaster Novelas e Histórias

She knew her mother wasn't that trusting. “Jack Miller. Owner of Miller Inc. Do you know him?” “I don't know him personally, but I have heard of his company. It was recently founded about....two years ago and it definitely skyrocketed in such a short time.... Oh yes, it's his company that you're working as an intern before your finals.” Ana nodded. “I see you did your homework. So tell me, can I count on your help?”

Her raven-black hair was styled in loose, flowing waves, framing her bright eyes and perfectly rounded face. As she took the stage, Millie exuded poise and confidence, her contagious energy rapidly electrifying the room. Her rich voice flowed out through the speakers as she spoke. “Hello. Good evening to everyone here. I am Millie Pedro, and I am your master of ceremonies for today.” She announced it with a warm smile. One by one, the nominees were called up to the stage, where they were to be presented with different elegant trophies and certificates. Lana’s heart sank when she realised Cameron had not been nominated for any certificates, but Andre had.

Like maybe if I stared long enough, it would magically disappear. It didn’t. The article was accompanied by a photograph from one of Declan Laurent’s charity events. Milly stood beside him in a black gown. Elegant. Poised. Untouchable. The camera loved her. The public loved her. Apparently the entire damn city loved her. I scrolled lower. That was my first mistake. She’s become so sophisticated. The Laurent influence looks good on her. Declan and Milly are Washington royalty already. Best revenge glow-up ever. My stomach twisted.