The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Stella's home, meanwhile, was in utter chaos. The candlelight dinner she meticulously prepared for Lucas had turned into a farce. All that effort went to naught because of the old woman's meddlesome behavior. Had Beatrice not interfered with Lucas's affairs, Stella was convinced that he would have visited her after seeing her message.

"I'm sure Lucas still has feelings for me. I'm sure of it... Just wait for me, Lucas. I'll overcome any obstacles in my way, even if it involves having to deal with your relatives. I won't let you go that easily!" she gritted her teeth and declared.

The red wine trickling down the wall added to the intensity of the atmosphere, making her look like someone who had been driven to insanity.

When Stella arrived on set the next day, her face was noticeably swollen. She had drowned out her anger with a full bottle of red wine the previous night.

see her condition. "What happened

an assistant to bring over some eggs and ice cubes. "There's another half hour before filming starts. Here, take these ice cubes and use them to reduce your awful swelling!" Stella, however, was still worked up because of the previous night's events

able to win over the old lady's trust. Clearly, she had underestimated Melody, who seemed to be cunning enough to get on the old

agent handed over to her without batting an eye. Such was her routine to reduce swelling after late-night drinking sessions, as the water retention made it unsightly

filming started, the director-who was very displeased with her condition-berated her assistant severely because he knew

your stars? How stupid can you be to let her drink her heart out a day before a shoot? Her bloodshot eyes are so darn obvious! How am I supposed to continue filming, huh? I'm supposed to film a girl in the prime of her youth, not a

already numb to all that scolding. Everyone took out their anger on him. That