Just then, a woman's voice piped up from behind, catching Fiona off guard.
"Ms. Fiona, fancy bumping into you again!" The actress breezed over with her little posse trailing behind her like a shadow.
Fiona's brow furrowed in irritation. This woman was like a bad penny, always turning up when least wanted. With a sigh, Fiona made her way to the restaurant, trying to shake off her annoyance.
The actress didn't seem fazed. She was on a mission to keep tabs on Fiona, all thanks to the generous perks Christina had dangled in front of her. Besides, she had figured out that both Jackson and Allen were orbiting around Fiona. Getting in Fiona's good books seemed like a smart move.
"Hey, Ms. Fiona, that hairpin looks awfully familiar," one of the girls piped up, pointing at the jade hairpin nestled in Fiona's hair, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Isn't that from our set? It's supposed to be the love token between our lead characters."
Fiona paused, reached up to touch her hair, and pulled out the pin. It was a gift from Jackson during their stroll through the old town, definitely not some film prop.
The snarky girl, not waiting for an explanation, strutted over in her sky-high heels and snatched the hairpin from Fiona's hand.
"Allen, you recognize this hairpin, right?"
The girl was brimming with confidence, thinking she had exposed Fiona as a thief, hoping to sway Jackson and Allen's affections away from her.
"This is mine!" Fiona declared, her voice steady, reclaiming the hairpin with a look of contempt. "My brother gave it to me as a gift."
"What?" The girl's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
She stood there, hand suspended awkwardly, as Fiona smirked slightly, "If you don't believe me, ask him."
With that, Fiona led Jackson into the restaurant. As they sat down, the actress and her friends joined them, only to realize the table was indeed set for four, leaving them speechless.
Was Fiona for real?
Who on earth wanted to treat this troublesome woman to dinner? The actress had hoped to share the table with Jackson and Allen, not Fiona.
What a stroke of bad luck.
When the waiter came in, Fiona had already rattled off a few dish names, each more extravagant than the last, with prices that could make anyone's wallet wince.
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