If she were still the old Yvonne, she would have proudly declared to everyone that Bennett was hers and no one could take him away.
But from the moment she died, she had strayed from the path of his life, and their paths could never converge again.
"The filming for Ms. Jane's project is almost over, right? Are there any gigs outside of Istra? I'd like to get away and clear my head," Yvonne said, controlling her emotions, her tone calm.
Sandra nodded. When a problem can't be solved, sometimes escaping is a solution in itself.
"There's a film festival in Damry next week. I'll get you an award so you can attend as a guest. If you don't want to come back right away, you can stay there for a while. Think of it as a short vacation."
"Okay," Yvonne agreed.
Yvonne flew to Damry that weekend, checking into a five-star hotel in the city center.
Standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows of her hotel room, Yvonne could faintly see the silhouette of a castle.
It was late autumn, and the streets of Damry were covered in golden leaves.
Yvonne remembered her last visit to Damry was in the winter. It had snowed heavily, and she and Bennett had held hands as they went to see the castle in the snow.
Snow dusting the grand steps, frost clinging to the bare branches. The majestic palace possessed an indescribable beauty.
Bennett's warm hand had held hers as they walked beneath the castle's walls, a path that seemed to have no end, as if it could go on forever.
"Ms. Jones, the luggage is all unpacked. What would you like for dinner? I can have the kitchen prepare it and send it up," her assistant said, walking out from the bedroom after tidying up.
Yvonne turned to her assistant and replied softly, "I don't have much of an appetite. Just order something you like. You've worked hard today."
"Okay," the assistant nodded and left the room.
After a long flight, Yvonne was tired. She took a shower and went to bed early.
The next morning, her assistant had already prepared the gown and jewelry for the film festival.


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