Chapter 13

Camille set down the yarn she was holding. "Your student wanted to invite you back to make another movie. Weren't you quite interested in that?" She adjusted her shawl. Time had been kind to her; despite her graying hair, her eyes radiated warmth and kindness, reflecting deep love and tranquility. Yet, a hint of unhealed pain and regret lingered in her gaze. "Weren't you worried I'd be too tired?" Taylor raised his eyebrows playfully, like a mischievous old man. Why was she still acting on impulse? "That was when I was afraid you'd be worn out." "Why aren't you worried about that now?" He pouted. His round figure made him look comically harmless. "Stop changing the subject," she replied sternly, giving him a warning look. "I'm not saying you should take the role, but rather that you could help a bit." Then, she smiled sweetly. "I think you could advocate for that role; it would be perfect for Dorian. I want you to push him for it." "But you're angry with him, so why would you h