Ramona’s smile ignited a wave ofughter that rippled through the entire family. Lillian and Kevin joined in, their giggles echoing around the room. They may not have understood the jake, but their joy in the shared family moment was
infectious.
Meanwhile, in Macloria, the atmosphere at the Mitchell family Home was starkly different, weighed down by tension and disappointment, Gary had recently made a trip to the Aotori shooting base in a determined effort to see Reba, but his attempts were thwarted. He had even tried to approach the gatedmunity where the Carter family resided, hoping to find her there, but strict security barred his entry, allowing only residents through. Frustrated, he then aimed to connect with her at the film crew’s location, only to discover from the st that Reba hadn’t yet arrived.
With no other option, Gary settled in to wait. However, his patience was cut short when he received an urgent message from a Mitchell Group assistant, demanding his immediate return to dress a pressingpany matter, so he had no choice but to temporarily leave the Aotori shooting base. This unexpected detour ultimately cost him several days, and by the time he was able to refocus on his original mission, the Carter family had already arranged transportation for all attendees of the banquet.
Worried about the optics of the Mitchell family’s absence, Cary fretted over the potential gossip that might swirl around their non–attendance. What should I do? Are we about to be the butt of the joke? Will people find out that we’ve mistreated Reba in the past, and that’s why our rtionship with the Carter family is strained? These thoughts gued Gary, robbing him of sleep. In a desperate move, he decided to reach out to Cynthia, hoping her close bond with Reba could sway her to secure an invitation for their family, thus sparing them any embarrassment.
Yet, try as he might<b>, </b>Gary couldn’t reach Cynthia. He started to suspect she was avoiding his calls. Frustrated and running out of options, he reluctantly dialed J’s number. J, <b>who </b>had interacted the most with Reba since childhood, was hisst hope. ‘Maybe she has a n to secure us <b>an </b>invitation?‘ he mused, though he didn’t hold much optimism.
At that point, J was at the Aotori shooting base, deeply immersed in hertest project, “Her Majesty,” a script adapted from her role in “The Empress” but heavily modified to suit the new narrative. The project was behind schedule, and they were still writing the script while shooting, necessitating frequente nights and continuous revisions to perfect the storyline. Despite the exhaustion, J <b>was </b>fueled by the ambition of outshining “The Empress” and stepping on Reba while earning praises for her work.
That evening, while rehearsing her lines for the next day in her hotel room, J was interrupted by <b>a </b>call from her father. Initially surprised, she soon felt irritation wash <b>over </b>her as she realized the reason for his call. ‘Dad wants me to secure an invitation for him to Reba’s homeoming banquet? she thought.
“Dad, what are you doing at her house! Can’t you see? Reba has nothing to do with our family now. She’s just an ungrateful woman who doesn’t want to acknowledge us after finding her biological parents” J eximed in frustration.
Gary sighed on the other end. Janie, I know what you mean. But think about it, the Carter family didn’t invite us. What will people say? That we mistreated Reba and that’s why we weren’t invited?”
“How did we mistreat her? If it weren’t for our family, she <b>would </b>have been in dire straits!” J retorted fiercely.
“I’m well aware of that, but not everyone sees things our way. The Carter family holds sway, and people tend to side with them. It’s all about who you please these days,” Gary responded, his voiceced with worry. “Janie, you usually have a lot of contact with Reba. Can’t you find a way to get us an <b>invitation</b>” he asked cautiously.
“What? <b>Dad</b>, just don’t <b>go</b><b>. </b>It doesn’t matter if they didn’t invite us- <b>you </b>shouldn’t go either! Who is Reba? She doesn’t want to acknowledge us, <b>and </b>we don’t need to acknowledge her either. For more than 20 years, even a dog knows to show gratitude, but Reba only bites the hand that fed her! She should just fuck off!” J eximed, her anger palpable. After her outburst, she hung up abruptly and fossed her phone onto the bed.
Over at the Mitchell Vi, Gary couldn’t help but sigh when the call disconnected. Although he had anticipated his daughter’s reaction, he still felt a mixture of emotions. After taking a brief moment to cool down<b>, </b>J picked up her phoneContent from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.
and called her father bark, Cary, seeing the caller ID<b>, </b>answered anxiously, “Janie?”
“<b>Dad</b>, stay out of Reba’s business. She’s with the Carter family how and won’t care about us. But don’t worry – how high she climbs now, just means <b>the </b>fall <b>will </b>be harder. I’ll make sure the falls hard” J spoke with a chilling resolve.
Gary felt a sudden dread. “Janie? What are you nning to do<b>?</b><b>” </b>He couldn’t help but recall the fact that J had bullied. Reba since their childhood. Now that Reba had the support of the Carter family, she became a figure they simply couldn’t afford to offend. Despite being <b>a </b>selfish <b>man</b>, Gary felt ajang of concern for his only daughter. He worried about the repercussions from the Carter family if J acted on her threats.
<b>Janie</b>, don’t do anything rash. Let me handle it. Just focus on your life, and don’t go against Reba again,” he urged, trying to diffuse her anger.
J’s impatience was palpable. Buried in her workload, she needed to quickly memorize her script to <b>avoid </b>any holdups during tomorrow’s shoot. “Okay, Dad. I’ll hang up if there’s nothing else. I’m busy and need to get back to the script<b>,</b><b>” </b>J stated briskly.
Hearing hermitment to her work reassured Gary that she was too upied to stir any trouble with Reba. He responded, “Okay, then you should concentrate on your work, and I won’t keep <b>you </b>any longer
After ending the call, J immediately picked up her script to continue memorizing her lines. In the adjacent room, Tina Morgan, the screenwriter for “Her Majesty,” <b>was </b>also deeply engrossed in her task, typing away feverishly to finalize the
script without dy.