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Lilamei Town,

The days of continuous snowfall had finally come to an end.

Calista Whitaker had been stuck on this part of the storyline for days, with her supervisor constantly pushing her, leaving little time to make revisions. Her nerves were taut.

She spent half a day discussing with Director Everly, finally finding a shared direction, and dove back into her revisions.

When her assistant brought in coffee, she was still hard at work.

Sunlight poured through the large window, bathing her figure in a peaceful glow.

She typed on the keyboard, her focus entirely on the computer screen, revealing only the soft curve of her pale neck. Her lashes lowered slightly, and her face in profile caught the warm light, highlighting her delicate features like snow lingering on branches.

It was hard to imagine that someone as petite as her could craft such a thrilling storyline.

If her assistant hadn't witnessed her work firsthand, she might not have believed it.

The assistant quietly placed the coffee next to her-ordered just how Calista liked it.

As Calista typed, her phone suddenly chimed. She picked it up and saw a Telegram message from Dorian Blackwood.

For some reason, the young master of the Blackwood family seemed unusually free today. She tapped into Telegram, and his message appeared before her.

**Dorian:** *"[Are you home?]"*

Calista replied that she wasn't.

**Dorian** frowned and said, *"[My parents are already at your house.]"*

Today, with the rare pleasant weather, Alpha Zephyr brought Luna Lauren to the Whitaker residence. The families had a close relationship, so visits were common; the only issue was that he hadn't joined them.

Calista replied with a simple *"Okay,"* indicating she knew, and added, *"[I'll be back later.]"*

**Dorian:** *"[Alright.]"*

Possibly out of laziness, he sent a voice message instead. Her finger tapped play, and his lively laughter filled her ear: *"There's a new bar here that's super fun. Do you want to come?"*

In the recording, she could hear chaotic background noise-music and even the voices of other women. Oblivious, he enthusiastically invited her, making it clear how much fun the Blackwood young master was having.

He'd always been a partier, ever since they were young, and hadn't changed at all. Calista was used to it. But now, he was no longer an 18-year-old boy; he was 30.

Calista declined: *"[Go have fun on your own.]"*

They had been friends since childhood, growing up as a pair of close-knit childhood sweethearts. But unlike other friendships, they had a marriage agreement.

This engagement had been arranged by their families. At the time, it was fashionable to make marriage promises, and their grandfathers, being close friends, had made this agreement to symbolize their bond.

Though they never spoke of it aloud, they both remembered it well.

It was as if they were waiting for time to pass until, one day, a bell would ring, and they'd fulfill the engagement.