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.

messaged Carlisle to reserve two seats for

Mansion Memorial Hall,

and walked

New Year's break, and the place was bustling with visitors. Tour guides led groups from one

at the intricate design, struggling to believe it

few people

the screenwriter from that new hit

be. Some of the movie's scenes have a similar

one person be so talented at both writing

Jessica's, leaned in and whispered,

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

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

made him feel unworthy to approach her. Watching Herbert lean in to speak to her, Timothy's hands curled into tight fists, his knuckles turning white as his fingernails

their bikes and continued riding.

spent about an hour exploring, eventually riding into a newly opened area of the park. The place was still under construction,