It used to be Ines who saw Jessica's potential and favored her, but now, after Mr. Smith had sought Jessica out, every word he said seemed filled with nothing but praise. He, too, regarded Jessica as a rare talent.

Jessica's mere presence had always been an emotional blow to Sheila. Now, to Sheila's dismay, Jessica had become an obstacle in her career as well—not a major one, perhaps, but enough to leave Sheila struggling for air, unable to claw her way back.

The elegant composure Sheila had so carefully maintained nearly crumbled in an instant. The confident arch of her brows quivered as if a string had snapped, her rose-red lips faded into a dull rust, and the easy curve at the corners of her mouth turned into a mechanical, muscle-strained imitation of a smile.

She had arrived for Mr. Smith's interview in such high spirits, never imagining it would end like this.

Timothy's brow furrowed, his eyes darkening with a stormy intensity.

Ines, as Jessica's mentor, might have been biased, loving her protégé's work with a touch of partiality. But Mr. Smith didn't even know Jessica personally; his judgment was based solely on her work. And both of them, independently, believed Jessica had extraordinary talent in animation.

*The Grand Canal, Venice*, he'd known she possessed a spark and creative energy Sheila

Jessica about pursuing a job after seeing that piece, but she had refused

gone behind his back and started

what did her animation talent matter? Even if she made a name for herself in that

were enough for both of

son needed her at

no way he'd let her parade herself out

to work under a

far too delicate for that

hobby, he had no objection. But throwing herself into it

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