If she were still the old Yvonne, she would have proudly dered to everyone that Bet 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 toe 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 waste autumn, and the streets of Damry were covered in golden leaves.


    Yvonne remembered herst visit to Damry was in the winter. It had snowed heavily, and she and Bet 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 pce possessed an indescribable beauty.


    Bet''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.


    It was a strapless gown in a shocking Barbie pink.


    However, Yvonne had a cool, fairplexion and could pull off any color.


    The makeup artist arrived on time to do Yvonne''s makeup and hair.


    After her makeup was done, Yvonne changed into the gown. Her assistant, with a keen eye, handed her the jewelry box.


    Inside was an imperial violet jade bracelet that perfectlyplemented her dress.


    The car was already waiting at the hotel entrance. Once she was ready, Yvonne left with her assistant.


    The film festival in Damry was a grand affair.


    Yvonne arrived at a reasonable time and ran into the male lead from the police thriller she had filmed. After a brief polite chat, they walked the red carpet one after the other.


    Inside the venue, Yvonne found her name card in the third row.


    Typically, the center seats of the first row were reserved for highly respected veterans of the industry, while the second row was foDA-list celebrities.


    Up-anding starlets like Yvonne were usually seated in the third row.


    Yvonne gathered her skirt, gracefully making her way to her seat in her high heels.


    The festival hadn''t started yet. Yvonne sat in her seat, bored, scrolling through her phone.


    People moved around her, and soon, the seats on both sides were upied.


    To her left was a B-list male actor of simr fame. They had no connection, so they just exchanged polite greetings.


    And to Yvonne''s right, surprisingly, was Ynda.


    It seemed the ''Piano Princess'' was truly serious about crossing over into the entertainment world.


    She was famous in the music


    industry but virtually unknown in


    showbiz. To get a ticket to the film festival and a seat in the third row, it seemed her status as the


    Thompson family future matriarch was quite useful.