A middle-aged man on the couch cleared his throat, inquiring, "Miss, did you walk into the wrong room?"

Bettie glanced at the person speaking and scratched her head, Looking puzzled.

When had she shared a class with someone of such old age?

Could it be a surprise visit from a former teacher?

Bradley stood up, offering the middle-aged gentleman a sheepish grin.

“My apologies. I'LL escort her out.”

He moved closer to Bettie, murmuring, “Come with me."

The gentleman turned out to be a TV show director. He had invited Bradley and his representative for Lunch to discuss a potential show.

It was a surprise to everyone when Bettie suddenly broke in.

The moment he got closer, Bradley caught a whiff of the strong smell of alcohol emanating from Bettie. Her cheeks were all rosy, and it looked like she had quite a few drinks. That was why she seemed a bit goofy and not quite herself.

Bettie asked in surprise, “Bradley? Why are you at my school reunion?"


Bradley gripped her elbow, guiding her, saying, “Let's step outsid

A bit wobbly, Bettie trailed behind Bradley. “Hey! Why are you leading me out?"

Shutting the door behind him, Bradley questioned, "Which room were you in?

Gazing hazily, Bettie gestured towards Bradley's back, muttering, “Isn't it right there?”

Bradley asked, “Who came with you?"

Before Bettie could answer, a man's voice interjected from behind.

“Hand her over to me. I'm her boyfriend.”

A neatly dressed figure stood there, donning a high-neck sweater, tailored pants, and sporting pristine golden glasses.