I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 48

He carefully filled out every required text box.

He uploaded all the necessary documentation.

When he finished, he reviewed the application three times, terrified of making a single typo.

He was treating it with extreme caution.

The only thing missing was a recent candid photo from the past week.

He handed his phone to one of the flight attendants.

"Do me a favor and snap a picture of me."

He made sure to add:

"Make it look good."

The attendant laughed brightly.

"With your bone structure, any photo is going to look like a magazine cover."

Finn positioned himself in front of a potted plant, straightening his collar and smoothing out his jacket.

He was wearing his full pilot's uniform—navy blue, four gold stripes on the shoulders, and polished brass buttons.

The photo was taken, and the attendant reviewed it on the screen, letting out a long sigh.

"Captain Fletcher, are you absolutely sure you're not just doing this to steal the spotlight from the main cast?"

"Thank you."

Finn took the phone back, opened the application portal, uploaded the photo, and hit submit.

His movements were fluid and practiced, exactly like running through his pre-flight checklists.

Every step was decisive and clean, completely void of hesitation.

He locked his phone and stepped over to the glass wall.

Outside, a commercial jet was taxiing down the runway, the heavy roar of its engines vibrating faintly against the reinforced glass.

-

The very first day of the Highland Gardens festival, Sienna went massively viral.

It was an absolute sensation.

By the time the gates opened the following morning, crowds of fans were already gathered at the ticket booths.

They were all dying to catch a glimpse of the muse.

That morning, Sienna stood on a stone bench beneath the old oak tree, the golden sunlight filtering through the canopy and casting a warm glow over her shoulders.

The first tourist spotted her, froze in awe, and immediately pulled out their phone.

Within less than an hour, a massive line had formed right in front of her bench.

"You got it."

Julian added:

"She's not a trained actor, so you have to pull her out of her shell. Use those improv exercises you learned in school. Get her to loosen up."

The organizers catered lunch at noon.

Sienna and Landon ate together.

After spending the last few days in close proximity, they had grown very comfortable with each other.

After they ate, they went their separate ways to change into their afternoon wardrobes.

Sienna stepped out of the dressing room right as Landon walked up.

He was wearing a light blue tunic that perfectly matched the color palette of her gown. They were blatantly color-coordinated.

"Sienna, we're supposed to act like a couple for the afternoon session," he said, keeping his tone casual, as if discussing the weather. "Julian wants us to look a bit more intimate. Don't stress about it; just follow my lead."

Sienna nodded.

She thought she could handle it.

It was just striking a few poses and snapping a few photos. How hard could it be?

A second later, Landon made his first move, and Sienna totally froze...