CHAPTER NINETY FIVE

—JASMINE.

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The festival has started.

As I exit my room, I'm accompanied by Denzel with my children by my side, following a brief moment of contemplative silence. The festivities have already commenced, and Denzel has made it evident that he expects us to present a united front, standing together as a cohesive unit.

Screw this unit.

I just want to fall asleep right now.

I'm delighted to see Enora by my side though, radiant in her appearance, a stark contrast to the other servants who weren't afforded the same privilege of attending. Her presence is a thoughtful gesture, clearly made with my feelings in mind, and I'm grateful for it— To Denzel.

As we walk, I find myself eager to engage Enora in conversation, to inquire about her day and why she's been in Denzel's company for so long.

However, I hesitate, aware that Denzel is within earshot, his proximity making me reluctant to pose such questions.

For now, I'll have to satisfy my curiosity later, when the opportunity arises. Ins