Candice's POV: After that day, I stopped going to the studio much. I found time to meet with Susan at our usual plotting spot—an old coffee shop tucked away downtown. I glanced at her across the table and lowered my voice. "I've figured out what Rosaline's design looks like." Susan perked up instantly. After I whispered the details in her ear, she smiled, eyes flashing with satisfaction. "In that case," she said softly, "why don't we go with this plan? Since we know exactly what her design is, I'll get someone to steal it before the competition. We'll tweak it just enough and use it as our entry. That way, we'll save a ton of work—and if Rosaline tries to make a fuss, it'll make Loe Studio look bad." I agree, but something occurred to me. "Sounds good, but one thing. That person can't be someone tied to us." Susan paused for a beat and gave me a knowing look. She was sharp—she instantly understood where I was going with this. We shared a silent, wicked smile. Yes. The most dangerous person is always the one on the inside. "I'll take care of it," I said, smiling coolly. "I'll make sure everything goes smoothly." Susan trusted me completely by now. She reached out and shook my hand. "I'll be waiting for good news, Ms. Reese. The sooner, the better." Naomi's POV: I'd been stuck in the hospital for five days. I was getting antsy about the filming schedule, but I wasn't some Alpha with insane healing powers. I was just a mid-tier werewolf, and a fracture like this would take months to heal properly. What made it worse was that ever since I confessed my feelings to Jasper, he hadn't come to visit me. Not even once. The more time passed, the more disappointed I felt. And the more I hated myself for speaking up. But I was taken by surprise today, as Jasper swung by to visit me. There was a knock at the door—two short raps—before Jasper walked in, holding a bouquet of gardenias. "Naomi," he said. "Are you feeling better?"The sound of his voice jolted me to life. I sat up a little and smiled. "Not too bad. It doesn't hurt as much anymore. But the doctor said I still need to rest. Did filming wrap up early today? Is that why you're here?" I felt a little awkward looking at him. After what I'd said the other day, I didn't know where we stood. Maybe we couldn't even be friends anymore. Jasper avoided my gaze as he set the flowers down on the bedside table and sat beside me. "I didn't have much to shoot this morning—just a couple of scenes," he said. "I figured it's been a while, so I brought you these. Someone said flowers by the bed help lift your spirits and speed up recovery." I looked down and gave a small laugh, fiddling with my fingers. After a long pause, I murmured, "Thank you. I honestly thought you wouldn't come. About the other day, I—" "I know," Jasper interrupted gently. I glanced up at him, mouth opening slightly, but the words died in my throat. He took a deep breath and looked me straight in the eye. "Naomi, you're a good girl. And I do care about you. But some things you can't force. I think you know who I really have feelings for. I've always seen you like a little sister. I'm sorry." His words snuffed out the last flicker of hope in my heart. Like a candle burning to the end—there wasn't even a spark left. My fingers clenched the blanket, knuckles white, before I finally relaxed my grip and nodded. "It's okay. I get it, Jasper. You don't need to worry—I won't make things awkward. What I said that day, I was joking. Don't take it too seriously." I looked up and gave him a forced smile, trying to keep it light. But deep down, my heart was already in pieces. Jasper's POV: I felt awful. But before I could say anything else, my phone rang. It was Rosaline. I answered without thinking. "Hey Rosaline, what's up?" The second Naomi heard her name, she looked away, silent. "Nothing much, I just wanted to check how things are going with the crew while I'm gone. Is everything still on track?" I smiled. "Everything's good. No issues. Don't worry about a thing—focus on your competition. We'll have the movie ready in time for the festival. No way I'm letting your hard work go to waste."She added, "That's a relief. The competition's starting soon. I'll head back once it's over. When I do, I better see some real results!" "You got it. Call me if you need anything. I've got something going on right now, so I'll catch up with you later." I hung up, glancing at Naomi again. I make an excuse to end the call before things get even more awkward. Before I could say anything, someone's voice echoed from the hallway. "Naomi! Naomi! I came to see you!" Footsteps rushed closer, then burst through the door. A tall werewolf in a loud floral shirt strolled in, grinning like he owned the room. He held a massive bouquet of roses. Right behind him, his lackey followed, lugging a huge basket filled with fruit.