They had a few scenes left to film when the explosion happened abruptly on the previous day. As such, the director amended the script so that no additional filming was required. The agenda for that day was just to take some promotional materials which were rather relaxed. When Vinson entered the studio, Arielle, dressed in Soir Coffee’s waitress uniform, was carrying a coffee cup and following the photographer’s instructions.
When the director spotted Vinson, he immediately walked up to him and greeted, “Mr. Nightshire—” Vinson made a shushing gesture and continued gazing at Arielle. Arielle was a natural in front of the camera. She did not need any additional prompting to get into position and could perfectly execute any pose requested by the photographer. The director, who was observing the shot, said softly, “Ms. Sannie is born to be a model.
Mr. Nightshire, you’re in luck to be able to find such an ambassador.” Even though Vinson never liked flattery, for some reason, he felt really happy to hear the director singing Arielle’s praises. Arielle managed to complete the filming tasks for the next two days within that day itself. After she was done with work, the woman found Vinson, who was working on his tablet. “Are you free tonight?” Vinson’s heart started beating faster when he heard Arielle’s question.
Pretending to be busy, he cleared his throat and replied, “I’m quite busy, but I guess I can still squeeze out some time for dinner. If you are asking me out for dinner—” “It’s not that,” Arielle interrupted the man and continued, “You still have my stuff. When are you passing it to me?” Vinson froze for a moment and his expression darkened. Why did I overthink? Pulling a long face, Vinson passed his tablet to his assistant and replied, “I’ve already called Carter.
He will be sending it over later.” Just when Vinson finished speaking, Carter arrived. “Chief,” Carter greeted Arielle before handing over a password-protected briefcase to her and said respectfully, “Your item is inside.” Arielle was stunned to see the password-protected briefcase. What the heck is this? Carter cast a glance towards Vinson and said, “Someone told me that your item has to be stored safely. That’s why I found a briefcase for it. I’ll open it for you now.”
At once, Carter unlocked the briefcase and took out the diary. Arielle took over the diary and looked at Vinson instinctively. With an awkward expression, Vinson replied, “I always do my best to fulfill my promises to others. Now that you’ve gotten your stuff back, I’ll make a move first.” To prevent Carter from uttering more nonsense, Vinson dragged Carter along with him. Arielle, who was hugging the diary to her chest, stood rooted to the spot for quite a while before suddenly letting out a chuckle.
She suddenly realized that Vinson could actually be quite adorable. On her way back home, the promotional videos and photos, which the post-production team had worked overtime to complete, were released on the internet. Netizens were astonished by the promotional materials and started following Arielle on social media.
Within minutes, Arielle’s follower count rose to millions and was comparable to any other popular artiste out there. However, that did not interest Arielle. Once she reached home, she locked herself in her room and sat at her desk, where she started reading her mom’s diary. The first diary entry was written before Maureen got married. She wrote mainly about work and there was nothing unusual about the content that was useful to Arielle.
After reading for a while, one of the entries caught the woman’s eye. 20th June, rainy day. What a day! I almost got robbed. Thank goodness I was saved by a kind passerby. He is really good-looking. I haven’t seen him around before so I don’t know who he is. Sigh, I should have at least asked for his name.
