When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 309

Winona smiled back. "Exactly!" Then she added, "So, about your own acting project… now that 'Morning Song' has wrapped, you can start after a short break. Everything else is ready. The main thing is the script. We're just waiting for you to pick one." Henrietta raised an eyebrow slowly. "Good. After the wrap party, we'll get started on my series." "Excellent! I'm really looking forward to it," Winona said happily. "The wrap party is tomorrow. Will Mr. Nash be attending?" "He's gone abroad," Henrietta replied. "Oh. Well, that's fine," Winona mused. "The party is really for Matteo and Artina, and it's not like we're genuinely celebrating. It's just a formality. It's probably better he's not here; it would just be aggravating." Yosef already detested Artina, and after what she did to Jethro, just seeing her would likely infuriate him. Their own attendance was purely procedural, not a sincere celebration. "Everything's ready," Winona confirmed. "But… where should we book the hotel? Should I reserve it at the Nash Hotel?" Henrietta's lips formed a thin, indifferent line. "Are they worthy? No. Just book any hotel. Something decent, but nothing extravagant." "Got it," Winona nodded. The next day, after the final scenes were shot that morning, the cast and crew were presented with flowers and a wrap cake. The dinner was scheduled for that evening. Winona had booked a simple three-star hotel, just enough to fulfill the obligation. The attendees included the crew, the main actors, and all the extras. Typically, extras or minor characters with only a few lines wouldn't be invited to a wrap party. But Henrietta, kind-hearted by nature, understood the hardships of those at the bottom of the industry. She specifically allowed everyone who had participated in the production to attend, sending out warm invitations to all. For them, it wasn't just a nice dinner; it was a chance to post on Instagram, a small but significant piece of social capital that could help them land their next gig. The fact that someone of her stature was willing to look out for them, and didn't mind sharing a banquet hall with them, moved many of the extras deeply. Although Yosef was abroad for a critical project, he still found a moment to contact her, asking if she had eaten. He hadn't been in touch since he left on the plane yesterday, which felt like a long time. Henrietta had considered messaging him first but figured he was probably swamped with work after being away for over a month. Not wanting to disturb him, she had held back. The moment his message came through, she replied immediately: *Wrap party today. About to eat.* She even sent him a few pictures—one of the table laden with food, and another of the banquet hall. Yosef asked: *Not at our own hotel?* Henrietta paused when she read his message. He didn't say 'the Nash Hotel.' He said… 'our own hotel.' She replied: *It's not necessary. It's just a formality, no need for anything so high-end.* The main reason, of course, was that she didn't want to give Matteo and Artina the satisfaction. She was already doing more than enough by elevating them. Yosef replied: *I see. Is the food there even edible?* In Yosef's eyes, the food and the venue were subpar. He took one look and assumed it couldn't possibly be good. Before she could reply, he added, *If it's no good, just have something light and get some rest when you get home.* Henrietta smiled softly. *I know. I'll take care of myself.*