The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"I heard that you're quite famous right now," remarked Beatrice.

Many distinguished families frowned upon the entertainment industry, assuming it was filled with debauchery.

Stella immediately waved her hand and said with fake modesty, "No, I'm not really that famous. I'm just lucky, I guess."

She hooked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Also, Lucas often helps me out in managing the relationship with the people in the industry. It's only through his efforts that I've managed to get to where I am right now. Madam Beatrice, rest assured that I don't really mix around with the people in my industry unless necessary. In fact, I spend most of my free time at home."

"That's enough," said Beatrice with a haughty smile. "I was just asking. You didn't need to explain so much! In fact, I don't have any biases against actors or actresses. After all, my granddaughter-in-law, Melody, is now a very talented actress herself. I'm eagerly waiting for her film to be released!

"By the way, did you notice the interaction between Lucas and Melody just now? They are a very loving couple, and no outside interference from any misguided women can affect their relationship."

not sure I understand what you're getting at..." "You're a smart girl, Miss Stella. Many things in life can't

but Stella continued to act as if she did

widened her eyes innocently. However, despite being an actress, her performance then appeared terribly amateurish in

misunderstood. Lucas and I are good friends, and I have a great relationship with Melody as well. Really!"

"Miss Stella, I wanted to give you a way to back out with your pride intact, but it seems like you don't appreciate the gesture at all. Anyone with eyes can see you're wishing to steal Lucas

on stealing something that isn't yours, the cost won't just be a hurt tongue. Don't blame me for stepping in on Melody's behalf if you insist on doing something disagreeable." The Riveras' garden faced a stretch of floor-to-ceiling windows

garden to aid digestion. However, she could not do

sofa, engaging in a conversation that seemed somewhat

with Melody's hand. In a low voice, he remarked, "Why are your hands