Harrison's mother patted his hand and felt relieved. She knew that her son had been sensible since he was a child.

*

The car's embrace enveloped Rena, her thoughts turning to Vera's inquisition.

"Does Harrison harbor feelings for you?"

Rena's response was Laced with both helplessness and amusement.

“Do you think that would be a good thing?"

Vera, ever the thoughtful friend, considered her response.

“He does seem nice. Unlike Harold, he appears more grounded, less driven by ambition."

Rena leaned back, Lost in reflection.

After a moment, her voice, soft as a whisper, resounded.

"Before Harold's passing, I held resentment in my heart. But as time unfurled, even that weight dissipated. Now, all I can do is offer a sigh of acceptance."

Vera's supportive presence Lent Rena a comforting touch, her friendship unwavering.

Rena's smile, a bittersweet echo, danced across her Lips as she shared the lingering connection she felt with Harold.

"Sometimes, in my dreams, he visits me. Those moments evoke memories of our college days

It's as if Harold's spirit still lingers beside me."

A shiver tingled down Vera's spine, her unease intertwined with Rena's ethereal encounters.

Yet Rena remained unfazed, her phone's notification piercing the air It was an incoming message from Wendy.

“Mrs. Fowler, our movie premiere is set for next week. Will you be gracing us with your presence?"

Without hesitation, Rena's response was a resounding affirmation, a commitment to witness the unfolding cinematic tale.

Vera's exclamation echoed with playful determination.

“I must attend too! I've yet to secure Miss Holt's signature. She's a bit haughty, elusive to the common folk. Only your uncle could manage her."

Vera's playful grumbling earned a gentle smile from Rena, a Look of quiet contentment in her eyes.