Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Herbert, my parents wanted me to thank you for helping me recover my speech. They'd love to have you over for dinner. Do you have any free time coming up?”

Today was the premiere of Jessica's film, and with how well it was bound to do, she and her creative team would probably be busy with events for the next day or two.

Not wanting to interfere with her schedule, Herbert replied, "I'm actually on a break right now-completely free. Just let me know whenever your family's available, and I'll be there."

"Okay. My grandpa's in the hospital right now, so things are a bit hectic at home. Once he's discharged, I'll reach out."

"Oh, by the way-—are you going to the premiere today? I saw on the news that it's at three this afternoon, at the outdoor plaza near the amusement park."

Jessica's eyes sparkled with warmth as she smiled. "Would you like to come? If you want, I'll ask Carlisle to save us a couple of seats up front."

"Absolutely!"

If she said "a couple of seats," that meant she'd be there too. No way he'd miss it.

Carlisle to reserve two seats

they arrived at the Zimmerman Mansion Memorial Hall, Jessica asked Herbert to pull

out and

bustling with visitors. Tour guides led groups from

at the intricate design, struggling to believe it was

few people recognized

screenwriter

the movie's scenes have

person be so

that piece was Jessica's, leaned in and whispered, "You're

back in the crowd, didn't dare get too close. He heard the tourists praising

how remarkable she was. He'd missed out

to speak to her, Timothy's hands curled into tight fists, his knuckles turning white as his

their bikes and continued riding. Only then did Timothy follow their

eventually riding into a newly opened area of the