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.

reserve

arrived at the Zimmerman Mansion Memorial Hall, Jessica

got out and walked in

break, and the place was bustling with visitors. Tour guides led groups from one exhibit to

Jessica's papercut artwork, everyone marveled at the intricate design, struggling to believe it was made by

people recognized her

screenwriter from

be. Some of the movie's scenes have a

incredible-how can one person be so talented at both writing and

knowing that piece was Jessica's, leaned in and whispered, "You're quite the celebrity

the crowd, didn't dare get too close. He heard the

last to realize just how remarkable she was. He'd missed out

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

their tour of the memorial, Jessica and Herbert hopped back on their bikes

of