“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.
Jessica messaged Carlisle to reserve two seats for them.
When they arrived at the Zimmerman Mansion Memorial Hall, Jessica asked Herbert to pull over.
They got out and walked in together.
It was New Year’s break, and the place was bustling with visitors. Tour guides led groups from one exhibit to the next.
When they stopped at Jessica’s papercut artwork, everyone marveled at the intricate design, struggling to believe it was made by hand.
A few people recognized her name.
“Isn’t that Jessica, the screenwriter from that new hit movie?”
“Could be. Some of the movie’s scenes have a similar style.”
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