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The day of the reunion arrived in no time. The event was set near the scenic Bayview Villa. Carrie didn’t fuss
much over it; she stuck to her regular schedule. In the morning, she went to the movie set, and by noon, she was
back at home. With Kristopher buried in overtwork, she shared lunch with their live-in maid.
In a hushed tone, the maid ventured, “Mrs. Norris, you've missed your health supplement for a few days now. I'll
bring it up a bit earlier today.”
It didn’t take long for Carrie to understand that the maid could have overheard the passionate exchanges
between her and Kristopher during the night. A blush tinged her cheeks as she responded, “I think I'll pass on
the supplement for now. My stomach’s been a bit off; I'll resit in a couple of days. It's just for general health,
so there’s no hurry.”
“Alright,” the maid replied with a nod, her face brightening with visible relief. Casting a quick glance at Carrie's
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcomplexion, the maid mused to herself, “With how often she and Mr. Norris are together, she likely doesn’t need
any supplement.”
After lunch, Carrie retreated to the bedroom and quickly succumbed to sleep. When Camille's call cthrough,
Carrie was deep in slumber.
Answering the phone in a groggy voice, she heard Camille's playful tease. “Sweetheart, how do you find the time
to nap with such a big event just around the corner?”
Carrie yawned and stretched as she sat up, brushing sleep from her eyes. “I've been feeling incredibly tired
lately. | meant to review the script for a while, but | dozed off as soon as my head touched the pillow.”
No sooner had she spoken than she realized something didn’t feel right. Despite a seemingly lighter schedule of
late, her fatigue was more pronounced than usual.
Before she could ponder this further, Camille let out a theatrical sigh. “Tellabout it. Ever since Albin came
into the picture, my days have been overwhelmingly tiring. My back is aching constantly.”
Hearing those words, Carrie shook herself free from her wandering thoughts. It was true—spending twith
Kristopher, whose vigor seemed inexhaustible, was more draining than her usual work commitments.
Carrie ended her call with Camille and moved towards the dressing room without much enthusiasm. Her gaze
drifted across the lavish gowns, feeling they might be overly opulent for a simple class reunion.
A song played softly from her phone, and as the singer crooned, “Purple really suits you,” her eyes settled on a
purple dress. This moment of serendipity, an external cue influencing her choice, demonstrated how external
stimuli could guide decisions.
She selected the purple dress, which hugged her figure closely with its pencil design and pleated midsection that
flattered her slim waist. The dress ended just above her knees, offering a look that was both alluring and
sophisticated.
From the jewelry display, she chose a pearl necklace, its double strands of high-quality Akoya pearls shimmering
with a captivating luster.
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ready to head out. Standing by the door in high heels, she hesitated whether to have a servant drive her or to
hail a taxi, when Daxton appeared at the garden gate.
Daxton approached, speaking through the iron gate bars. “Carrie, are you going somewhere?”
As she opened the gate, Carrie answered, “Yes, I'm off to dinner. What brings you here, Daxton?”
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