As Jasmine and Lily walked through the crowd, Lily suddenly stopped and pointed at someone and shouted, “Jasmine, look! Is that Director Miller? I think that it is!”
“Bullshit!” Jasmine replied. “He wasn’t involved in The Tea Maiden. Why would he be here?”
“Take another look,” Lily encouraged her.
Jasmine squinted and looked in the direction that Lily had pointed. From the back, she could see that the man certainly had the same body type as Miller. His hair was the same grey color as Millar’s was but, without seeing his face, there was no way of knowing for sure – it was then that the man turned around and Lily’s observation was proven to be true.
Jasmine was ecstatic. Ever since his last divorce, she’d dreamt of randomly running into him and courting him. Perhaps, she thought to herse
