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.

straight to a styling studio and left her in the hands of a several ladies for makeup and

came out in a dress, Tyrone grimaced. He had already chosen

do. You're not getting any better than this.

her and frowned, asking,

party. They've been nagging me to come for a while now. You're my plus one, to help me fend off people." Quintessa sized up Tyrone, "Someone trying to set you

plenty of women like me, why

so many women like you, why drag me along? Just snap your fingers and

of them will match up

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

speak, just smile. And if someone

at its extravagance.

coming-of-age party? S

red carpet laid in front of the hotel's door. Quintessa glanced at a beautifully erected life-size standee at the entrance, a lovely depiction of a

tune filled the banquet hall, and the men

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