Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Herbert, my parents wanted me to thank you for helping me recover my speech. They'd love to have you over for dinner. Do you have any free time coming up?”

Today was the premiere of Jessica's film, and with how well it was bound to do, she and her creative team would probably be busy with events for the next day or two.

Not wanting to interfere with her schedule, Herbert replied, "I'm actually on a break right now-completely free. Just let me know whenever your family's available, and I'll be there."

"Okay. My grandpa's in the hospital right now, so things are a bit hectic at home. Once he's discharged, I'll reach out."

"Oh, by the way-—are you going to the premiere today? I saw on the news that it's at three this afternoon, at the outdoor plaza near the amusement park."

Jessica's eyes sparkled with warmth as she smiled. "Would you like to come? If you want, I'll ask Carlisle to save us a couple of seats up front."

"Absolutely!"

If she said "a couple of seats," that meant she'd be there too. No way he'd miss it.

Jessica messaged Carlisle to reserve two seats for them.

at the Zimmerman Mansion Memorial Hall, Jessica asked

out and

break, and the place was bustling with visitors. Tour guides led groups from

Jessica's papercut artwork, everyone marveled at the intricate design, struggling

few people

that Jessica, the screenwriter from that new hit

movie's scenes have a

incredible-how can one person be so talented at both writing

in and whispered, "You're quite

get

remarkable she was. He'd

before his eyes made him feel unworthy to approach her. Watching Herbert lean in to speak to her, Timothy's hands curled into tight fists, his knuckles turning white

hopped back on their bikes and continued riding. Only then did

hour exploring, eventually riding into a newly opened area of the