Women in the show business industry took great pains to care for their appearance. After all, beauty was the main capital in their world.

No woman would like being called a harridan.

Hutton grinned.

“I did that on purpose to get on your nerves. To be honest, I thought you were the same age as me."

Valeria raised an eyebrow and felt herself relax around him, her own humor returning.

“I see you're quite the smooth talker."

“It's one of my many talents.”

Rosalynn breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the two engage in an easy back and forth.

"Now that this has been resolved, let's sit down and eat. I'm starving."

“Right. It's a bad idea to let you starve. You turn into a whole different person."

Hutton sat down and poured a glass of wine for Rosalynn.

The dishes were served one after another, and the three shared a sumptuous meal with drinks and Lively conversation.

“Rosalynn, when you leave Brian next month, I'll chase after you. I swear I'll treat you better than he does. You'll be the only one.”

Hutton seldom drank, so the alcohol got to him after only a few glasses of wine.

Valeria almost choked at what she had just heard.

With wide eyes, she asked, “Hutton, you're in love with Rosalynn?”

Hutton turned to her with a slightly dazed look.

"Can't I be? I've loved her since we were kids."

Rosalynn chuckled.

"Valeria, don't Listen to him. He's drunk."

Hutton frowned.

“I'm not drunk. You always treat me like a child when we aren't even that far apart in age. You're only one year older."