Soren approached the car, opening the door with a gallant flourish.

“My beautiful lady,” he invited smoothly, “might I have the honor of escorting you to the new revolving restaurant? You’ve hardly eaten this evening, so consider this my humble apology for neglecting your needs.”

Elizabeth stood resolute. “Soren, you’re well aware of my circumstances. Elijah and I remain legally married, and I’m establishing myself in the entertainment industry. My professional aspirations are paramount. The internet’s pervasive nature means even the slightest suggestion can become a sensationalized narrative. A single photograph could spawn countless speculative stories. Maintaining professional distance serves both our interests and protects the integrity of our upcoming project.”

Soren’s smile held a hint of regret. “I profoundly admire you and would genuinely enjoy a friendship. However, you’ve articulated the complexities perfectly. Perhaps when you’ve achieved the pinnacle of stardom, such rumors will lose their potency…”

Elizabeth completed his thought seamlessly, “Then I’ll certainly invite you to the revolving restaurant. We’ll watch the snow and moonlight, discussing scriptwriting and our shared literary passions.”

“I have absolute faith that day will arrive,” Soren responded sincerely.

After exchanging final courtesies, Soren offered to escort her home. Elizabeth declined, holding up her phone. “I’ll simply call a taxi,” she stated definitively.

Across the street, Yara, restless during her mother’s clothing trials, had briefly slipped away to buy a drink. Unexpectedly, she spotted Elizabeth with an elegantly dressed gentleman. Though unable to see his face clearly, the ostentatious Rolls-Royce nearby suggested considerable wealth and social standing. Yara longed to approach them, but the street was filled with chaotic traffic. By the time the pedestrian signal changed, Elizabeth, the mysterious man, and the luxurious vehicle had disappeared, leaving only a trace of intrigue.

Furious, Yara flung her juice to the ground. “Yara, what’s with the outburst?” Oliver’s voice broke through her frustration as he approached, his face a mixture of concern and indulgence.