Selmaâs gaze lingered on him, filled with yearning. âYouâve said âthe last timeâ before, yet here we are again.â
Her words highlighted Jettâs ongoing struggle with restraint. He met her gaze, his expression unreadable.
âWhat are you implying?â
âJett, some things canât be undone or forgotten, no matter how much we wish otherwise.â
With a piercing glare and a sinking feeling, Jett muttered, âHave you left any evidence behind? Photos? Videos? Iâm warning you, Selma Todd, donât test my patience.â
Selma let out a soft chuckle. âJett, theyâre planning a movie soon. Think you could give me a hand? I donât need the starring roleâjust the third female lead would be enough.â
Jett frowned. âHas this been your scheme from the start? Did you seek me out solely to advance your own career?â
Selma looked away, her eyes drifting to the lively crowd at the adjacent tables. Their laughter and cheer stood in stark contrast to her current plight.
Lacking solid support, she wondered how much longer she could endure the relentless pace of this cutthroat industry.
âJett, if you help me, I wonât jeopardize my future. I just need someone to support my growth.â
Though Selma did feel a certain tenderness toward Jett, the thought of declaring her love terrified her more than exposing her professional ambitions.
Admitting her career ambitions might bring some benefits, but revealing her true feelings could lead to complete desolation.
When Fannie found Judie, she was outside, deep in conversation and laughter with Bobby.
Resting against the wall, Bobby held a cigarette, his laughter mirroring the amusement he found in Judieâs words. Fannie, observing from a distance, couldnât help but think that Jett was no match for Bobby when it came to charm and charisma. Bobby could share an intimate moment with her in the restroom and then turn around to shower Judie with unrestrained affection. It seemed his mission was to make every woman feel uniquely valued.
As soon as Bobby spotted Fannie, his attention shifted from Judie. He flicked the cigarette to the ground and watched her approach, his gaze unwavering.
Judie followed Bobbyâs line of sight, noticing Fannie as well.
The first thing Fannie noticed was the smeared lipstick on Judieâs face and the unmistakable red stain on Bobbyâs collar.
âFannie! What are you doing here? Have you had that showdown with Selma and your jerk of a boyfriend?â Judie called out.
Fannie hesitated for a moment, realizing that Judie probably knew more than she let on. How could she have ever trusted Bobby to keep anything secret?
âIâm still deciding on my next steps, so letâs keep this between us,â Fannie replied, her tone cool but guarded.
âOf course!â Judie responded eagerly. âJust promise me Iâll be there to witness the fireworks when you confront them.â
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