To be precise, Milly's downfall was ultimately caused by Freddie. The entertainment industry's golden couple, who had flaunted their love publicly just days before, saw their picture-perfect image shattered, leading to their breakup. When Freddie turned himself in, he admitted to acting foolishly, claiming he had been instigated. While he didn't reveal the instigator, rumors quickly led to a series of scandals involving Milly.

The dirt unearthed about Milly included her unscrupulous rise to fame, her history as a homewrecker, her diva attitude, and her generally terrible reputation. One particularly damaging revelation was her sabotage of Abbie's career before Abbie's comeback. Milly secretly ensured that established directors avoided working with Abbie, forcing her to accept roles in small productions and endure constant difficulties. As the saying goes, "What goes around, comes around." Milly and Freddie, once basking in the spotlight, became pariahs, and Milly's recovery seemed unlikely. Meanwhile, after years of being sidelined, Abbie could finally step back into the public eye with her head held high.

As Abbie's boss and friend, Tiffany threw a celebratory party to mark Abbie's comeback and help her close the chapter on her troubled past. She also invited Zoe, Abbie's young fan. After classes, Tiffany took Zoe to the Skyline Bar, having rented out the entire venue for their intimate celebration. The atmosphere was electric.

Under the dazzling lights and deafening music, Tiffany sat in a booth, a couple of empty bottles beside her. Watching the crowd dance, she smiled, finding comfort in the lively scene. Intent on letting loose herself, she reached for another drink, but Abbie stopped her. "You're still recovering. Why are you drinking?"

Tiffany sighed. "I'm fine now. I can jump and walk!" Her recovery had been quicker than expected; focused on dealing with Freddie, she'd barely noticed her injury, which was almost fully healed by morning.

"Fine or not, you're not drinking," Abbie replied, sitting beside her. "You're too young. How about some milk instead?"

"No way!" Tiffany stubbornly refused. She'd already had too much to drink, and the alcohol was evident in her slightly glazed eyes. "Drinking makes me feel better," she muttered.

"Why do you need to feel better?" Abbie asked.

"I don't know. I just feel bad," Tiffany said, pointing to her chest. "Here It feels heavy."

Abbie paused, studying Tiffany's flushed face, a clear sign of intoxication. She seemed lucid yet slightly out of it. "Tiffany, do you have something on your mind?" Abbie asked gently.

"Of course. I've got plenty on my mind," Tiffany replied with a playful smile. Quickly seizing the moment, she snatched the drink back and downed it. "Today is a happy day. Let's forget all the bad stuff and celebrate your comeback!" she exclaimed, pouring two more drinks. "Come on, Abbie, cheers!"

Abbie, though exasperated, clinked glasses with her. Time passed, and both women became tipsy. While Abbie could hold her liquor, Tiffany could not. Eventually, she slumped over the table, drunk and mumbling incoherently.

"When you're forced to make a choice, how do you know what to do?" Tiffany slurred.

Abbie, with calm patience, replied, "Follow your heart. Do what you feel is right. Sometimes, your eyes and mouth might deceive you, but your heart never will."

Tiffany seemed to consider this, her expression wavering. Then, she asked, "What about someone with no heart?"

Abbie paused, then laughed softly. "No, it's not that they don't have one. You just haven't found it yet."

Tiffany looked lost. Shaking off that thought, she hiccuped and said, "I'm so happy. I destroyed that despicable couple, and I used Kenneth to lose a ton of money! That feels good!"

Her dealings with Kenneth had gone better than expected. The media frenzy over Freddie and Milly's scandal had grown, and despite their attempts to suppress the news, Kenneth's orders prevented them from doing so, resulting in significant financial losses for him.

Tiffany chuckled, sinking deeper into the booth and eventually drifting off to sleep. When Zoe returned, she found Tiffany and Abbie slumped together, drunk and reeking of alcohol. Zoe quickly summoned Nevaeh and the assistant, sending Tiffany back to her dorm and then taking Abbie home.

In the middle of the night, Tiffany awoke groggily in her dorm room. Relieved, she fell back asleep. A couple of hours later, she stirred again, her head throbbing and throat burning. She wanted water but felt too heavy to move. As her discomfort grew, she noticed a glass of warm water by her bedside. Unable to recall pouring it, she drank it. Feeling slightly better, she lay back down, noting the approaching dawn.

The curtains fluttered gently. A tall, shadowy figure, Richard, slipped into the room and refilled the empty glass. The room smelled strongly of alcohol. He hesitated before touching Tiffany's peaceful face. Just then, she stirred. Richard turned to leave, only to feel small hands grab him tightly.

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