Quintessa was heading upstairs, back to her room when she happened to see Reuben. He hurriedly greeted her and then dashed off.

Quintessa wondered; this young man was usually quite enthusiastic about seeing her, what was up with him today?

The next day, she mentioned to Violet that she didn't have time over the weekend.

Violet asked in a low voice, "Quinn, have you also been fishing for so long? Are you planning to bait the hook now?"

Quintessa laughed at herself, "This bait of mine, once cast, is only a matter of time."

The calm and focus Quintessa found during filming was what she loved most. Even though it was exhausting, she was content dedicating herself to her work, devoid of any personal desires. This was a blissful thing.

The weekend arrived quickly, and at 7 PM, Tyrone came to pick up Quintessa.

instead, he took her straight to a styling studio and left her in the hands of a

in a dress, Tyrone grimaced. He had already chosen quite an unattractive dress, yet she still looked

gave a reluctant nod, "This will do. You're not

dress on her and frowned, asking,

an arm around her shoulders, "My friend's sister's coming-of-age party. They've been nagging me to come for a while now. You're my plus one, to

I'm handsome and rich, plenty of women like me, why would I need

eyes, "If so many women like you, why drag me along? Just snap your

of them will match up to

thought to herself: Those who'd come running at a snap of

briefed Quintessa, "When we get there, you don't have to speak, just smile. And if someone gives you trouble, don't hold back." Quintessa

hotel, Quintessa marveled at its extravagance. Wealthy people truly

coming-of-age party? S

glanced at a beautifully erected life-size standee at the entrance, a lovely depiction of a lady, with the

the banquet hall, and the men and women

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