Love Unspoken

Abigail's smile softened as she grasped Quinn's hand, "I'm sorry, I really wanted you to come. I didn't mean to block you." She paused, looking intently at Quinn. "Since you're here, that means I'm more important to you than Alexander, right?" Quinn nodded, still catching her breath.

"Alright, I'll add you back, okay?" Abigail said, pulling out her phone to re-add Quinn. She then quickly changed the subject. "So, are you still going to VX Games?"

Quinn nodded again without hesitation.

"There, we're friends on WhatsApp again! But we can't have you going out like this. Hang on, I'll grab you some clothes," Abigail said, fetching something more appropriate for Quinn to wear.

The clothes were casual and a bit loose on Quinn, but they were fine given her height.

Once dressed, Abigail took Quinn to VX Games on her bike. They explained their visit at the reception and were directed to the marketing department.

Ellis greeted them warmly, but the atmosphere shifted when they noticed Getty already there.

She was lounging back in her chair, examining her freshly manicured nails. "Ellis, is this the person you said wanted to cosplay Lunar?" Getty asked, looking up. "Exactly," Ellis replied with enthusiasm, "You see, Getty, you and Quinn have different styles. If you were to cosplay as Lark, that would be amazing."

if I want

Ellis began, the producers exchanging uneasy glances. If Getty insisted on cosplaying as Lunar, it would complicate things, as Quinn would then have no role to play. Abigail turned to Ellis, her tone inquisitive. "What's

whispered confidentially, "She's the top spender

for the complete experience all for free. The next

huh? Alexander sure knows how to spend money, doesn't he? If only he were so

glare at Abigail. Quinn discreetly tugged at Abigail's sleeve, silently pleading for her

murmurs, someone whispered,

she just said, his wife isn't Getty,

in their class often

embarrassed under the scrutinizing and disdainful gazes of others, took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself and sat back down. "Ellis,

troubled as he glanced between Getty

sensing the rising tension, gently pulled at Abigail's hand and nodded towards the door, signaling it was time to leave. "Leave? Why should

role, but not for Getty. She refused to back down now. "How much has she