Chapter 148: Symphony of Scars

Six months had bled by since the stars themselves had witnessed Amelia's humiliation at the altar. The memory remained a pulsating ache, a constant reminder etched on her soul like a constellation of scars. Gone was the naive diplomat who clung to a love story as fragile as spun sugar. In her place stood a woman forged in the fires of betrayal, her eyes holding a steely glint that mirrored the distant, unfeeling stars. The once-gleaming Federation headquarters now felt suffocating, a gilded cage filled with whispered gossip and pitying glances. Amelia's parents, though supportive, were burdened by their own grief and the relentless scrutiny of society. One afternoon, while sorting through the remnants of her shattered dreams, Amelia stumbled upon a dusty box filled with childhood sketches. Art, a forgotten passion, had once been her refuge – a universe where emotions flowed freely onto the canvas. As she flipped through the pages, a faint ember of inspiration flickered to life wi