To take home, just for oneself to see.
Arnold Simmons had the same thought.
He laughed again and lowered his head to seek that touch of warmth, softness, and sweet clinginess, "Mmm, I am yours."
For a lifetime.
*
One month later.
During a break from a magazine shoot, the assistant Lowe brought over Hannah's cell phone.
"Sister Winter, someone sent you a text message."
Hannah reached out to take it.
She opened it.
It was from an unfamiliar number.
——Congratulations.
Just those simple two words.
Normally, Hannah would have dismissed it as spam, but this message was followed by a name.
Jackie Qualls.
It had been half a year since he had left.
Hannah had nearly forgotten about him.
After some thought, she still replied with a thank you.
Before long, a call came through.
An international call.
The voice of Jackie Qualls was as always smooth and gentle, "The results for the Best Actress award are out, congratulations, Hannah."
Hannah was still a bit slow to react.
