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.

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

grimaced. He had already chosen quite

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

and frowned, asking, "What are you

been nagging me to come for a while now. You're

plenty of women like me, why

women like you, why drag me along? Just snap your fingers and you'd have

of them will match up to

snap of his fingers,

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

its extravagance. Wealthy people truly lived differently, who else

coming-of-age party? S

hotel's door. Quintessa glanced at a beautifully erected life-size standee at the entrance, a lovely depiction of a lady, with the name Serena Harrington. "Quite the classy name," she

a melodious piano tune filled the banquet hall, and

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