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."

scoffed, "What if I want

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

the top spender on our server, and Alexander brought her

us for the complete

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

stirred whispers throughout the office, and Getty's face drained of color. She stood up abruptly, shooting a furious glare at Abigail. Quinn discreetly tugged at Abigail's sleeve, silently pleading for her to ease up. The wound on her head from their last encounter hadn't even fully

someone whispered, "Is

know, but from what she

their class often have several

scrutinizing and disdainful gazes of others, took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself and sat back down. "Ellis, let's be clear, I'm cosplaying as

troubled as he glanced between Getty and Abigail. "Abigail, what

hand and nodded towards the door, signaling it was time to leave. "Leave? Why should we?" Abigail's voice was sharp

Getty. She refused to