After the announcement, the cast received their respective portions of the script.
They only had access to their own scenes, not the entire story.
The full plot would only be revealed as they filmed.
This was all part of Helena's calculated design.
By the time she stepped outside, a throbbing headache had begun to pulse at her temples.
Dealing with so many people, especially Janetta, had taken a toll.
She had tightly bottled up her emotions to keep from snapping.
"Ms. Wallace, are you still attending the gala tonight?" her assistant asked, noticing her exhaustion. "Should I ask Mr. Campbell to accompany you?"
She was scheduled for a business dinner in Seapearl City that evening.
Ever since going public as Julian's wife, her social obligations had multiplied.
Many of these events were mandatory.
"No need. I'll just make an appearance and leave," she replied.
She didn't want to bother Julian. She had already caused him enough trouble.
Besides, he was looking after Skye, and she didn't want to leave her daughter alone.
"Understood," the assistant nodded.
The driver took them to a salon to get her styled.
Afterward, they headed straight to the venue.
During the ride, she swallowed a painkiller to dull her headache.
As she returned the bottle to her purse, her fingers brushed against her emergency sedatives.
They were prescribed to keep her panic attacks in check.
High-profile galas were crowded and chaotic.
She hated socializing; prolonged exposure pushed her to the edge.
Afraid of having a breakdown, she popped a single sedative. A safe, calculated dose.
The car cruised smoothly toward the hotel.
Halfway there, Julian called.

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