Are you alright?
"You might not be a great person, but you were right about one thing."
Noreen Gilmore looked up, her gaze meeting his with a cool detachment.
"You're definitely not right for me."
With that, she quickly averted her eyes, showing no interest in letting her gaze linger on him for even a moment.
She turned and walked away.
Seth Harcourt didn't say another word, simply standing where he was, watching her leave.
It was only after a long while that he finally lit a cigarette.
As the smoke swirled around him, he seemed to grow grimmer and colder, slowly melting into the encroaching darkness.
After her shower, Noreen noticed a missed video call from Claire Chase.
She casually towel-dried her hair before picking up her phone to call her back.
Claire answered instantly. "All done?"
"Yeah, I was just in the shower."
"Did you have a good time today?" Claire asked, referring to the celebratory dinner for her mentorship.
She had wanted to take the day off to congratulate Noreen, but the film crew wouldn't let her go.
"Some parts were good, some weren't."
When Claire pressed for details, Noreen told her about Seth and Bianca Lowell.
"Those two psychos, seriously!" Claire didn't waste a second before laying into them. "And what gives that jerk Seth the right to talk to you like that?"
"I can't be bothered with him," Noreen said.
"Exactly! Don't even give him the time of day!"
"There's something else... Dylan Wilder confessed his feelings to me."
Claire immediately perked up. "Really? He finally said it? I was worried he'd hold it in forever! The man has patience!"
Noreen had told Claire about the email before, so Claire knew Dylan had been in love with Noreen for eight years.


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