Tyrone whispered, "You're awake."

Hearing Tyrone's voice, Quintessa snapped to full awareness, quickly sitting up: "How long have I slept?"

"It's still early, barely past 4 PM."

"That late?" Quintessa quickly threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Tyrone stopped her: "Where are you going?"

Quintessa tucked her hair behind her ears: "I need to get to the set."

Tyrone pushed her back down: "Look at you, you're as pale as a ghost. You're not going anywhere."

"But I have to. I have scenes tonight, and there's not much left. We could wrap up by this week. I can't delay everyone's schedule." Seeing her insistence, Tyrone could only say: "It's not even dark yet. What's the rush? Let's have dinner, and I'll drive you there."

Quintessa nodded: "Okay!"

Tyrone frowned slightly: "You're a woman; don't push yourself too hard."

"I'm not."

Tyrone chuckled coldly.

sought comfort. Like a

who she was, fragile yet not weak, stronger

Tyrone escorted Quintessa downstairs.

up and casually said: "You're up. Go drink

York had prepared

and she murmured: "I haven't

drink. I had Wilma add some

at the table, noticing there wasn't a second glass and asked: "Mom, where's

head: "You? Wilma, get

feel like I'm

York looked puzzled: "Were you ever

laughed out loud, "Sorry, couldn't

her smile, no matter the kind - even if it was fierce or mischievous, as

were being sensible and smart,

shrugged: "I can't lie,

topic: "Mom, Quinn

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