After a few seconds, Rayna recalled the fact that only she and Curtis went out shopping yesterday. She hadn’t told anyone about the earrings too. Only the two of them knew about it.
Then, these earrings…
In the morning when they were having breakfast in the dining room, the image of the wounds on Curtis’ hand popped up in her mind. At the sight of the daisy earrings with crooked petals, a warm feeling coursed through her heart.
So he wasn’t out to buy slippers yesterday. He was only back so late yesterday because he was making the earrings.
Facing the mirror, Rayna brushed her hair aside and put on the pair of earrings.
She traced her fingers through the crooked white petals, and her lips curled into a smile. The exasperation that she was feeling dissipated into thin air.
Despite losing a pair of earrings, Rayna received another invaluable and handmade pair.
Fearing that others might notice something, Rayna changed into loose clothing. She even put on a piece of shawl and happily headed out to meet the others at the homestay.
“Ms. Garland,” Wilson greeted Rayna when she arrived at the homestay. He passed her the agreement and said, “We’ve signed the non-disclosure agreement sent over by Glory.”
After the incident yesterday, Wilson’s attitude toward Rayna improved a lot.
Rayna skimmed through the agreement and chucked it into her bag. “Right! Is everyone here? So, which car am I in?”
“Ms. Garland, you’re going to be in the same van as the screenwriter. Right, Mr. Faymon said he’s driving,” Wilson replied.
Curtis is driving? Doesn’t anybody else know how to drive? Why did they let him drive?
She looked around and noticed that Curtis had opened the driver-side door and was heading inside.
Rayna didn’t think it was right to mention anything about it and got inside the van.
In the van, other than Curtis, who was the driver, all the other team members, such as the screenwriter and stylist, were all women. At first, all of them seemed rather out of place and dared not speak in front of Curtis.
However, seeing that Curtis was focused on driving and said nothing, they started to relax and chatted with each other.
The screenwriter noticed that Rayna’s earrings were quite unique and couldn’t help but spare the earrings a few glances. “Ms. Garland, did you just buy those handmade earrings? They look so good.”
Rayna smiled and said, “No, they are a gift from a friend.”
“I think your friend made them,” the stylist chimed in. Upon a closer look, she teased, “The petals of the daisy earrings are a little crooked. It seems like your friend is an amateur.”
“Yes, he is,” Rayna muttered in a cheery tone. “Still, I really like the earrings.”
“How I envy you, Ms. Garland. You’ve got a friend who makes you jewelry. I don’t have any friend like that,” the screenwriter lamented. Noticing that Rayna was in a good mood, she decided to pry into the matter a little more.
“Ms. Garland, is that friend of yours a man or a woman?”
The stylist edged closer and said, “I’m also curious. I think that a woman will be more meticulous and won’t produce such amateurish work. I think they look like… a man’s work!”
Rayna’s smile stiffened a little. She didn’t expect them to be so nosy.
She stole a glance at Curtis in the front. Rayna cleared her throat in an attempt to change the subject. “Have you amended the script? Let me have a look.”
The screenwriter decided against probing further and immediately took out the script for Rayna.
Curtis peeked at Rayna through the rearview mirror.
She was engrossed in a discussion with the screenwriter. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing the daisy earrings with little crooked white petals.
Curtis felt a little embarrassed when he thought about how much he struggled to look for the materials to make those earrings.
It was beyond his imagination that such a little pair of earrings was actually that difficult to make.
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