Every detail of this space, once carefully chosen by her, had been replaced. The mural that had once been elegant now depicted a playful cartoon, and the ornaments on the desk had morphed into tiny pink houses.
Cedric, who had followed her in, noticed the shift in her expression and quickly offered an explanation.
“The staff thought my office was too dull, so they redecorated it for me.”
“If you don’t like it, I’ll throw it all out.”
Dione turned to him, her hand extending with a quiet demand.
“Where’s my ‘Dina’? What have you done with it?”
Cedric seemed to snap to attention, his eyes scanning the room as he hastily searched. After a moment, he spotted it, tucked away in a box in the corner.
Dione had never learned sculpture. Instead, she had painstakingly taught herself, spending three sleepless days and nights to carve a figure of the two of them, calling it “Dina.”
At the time, Cedric had treated it like a treasure, placing “Dina” in the most visible spot in his office.
To Dione, “Dina” wasn’t just a sculpture; it carried a piece of her soul. She couldn’t bear the thought of it being tainted, especially by the sight of Cedric and Ophelia being so affectionate with each other every day.