Her phone buzzed, breaking her reverie.
She glanced at the screenCorrine.
Corrine, Tilda answered, her tone warm but curious.
Tilda, are you free tonight? Yeah, no plans.
Why? Come over for dinner at my place, Corrine said, her voice tinged with excitement.
Tilda was surprised at Corrines invitation.
A memory of one of Corrines bold but disastrous kitchen experiments surfaced, making her smile.
She asked, Whats the occasion? I wanted to thank you for helping me make those connections. Since I got back, my career has taken off in ways I never imagined-and its all because of you.
Tilda chuckled softly, catching the teasing glint in Corrines voice.
Are you actually mocking me? Corrines voice held a playful edge.
Youre a famous screenwriter, always overthinking things.
Come on, tell me-where exactly did I mock you? Come on, Corrine, Tilda shot back, pretending to be offended.
I only helped you out of selfish motives.
I was obviously just taking advantage of you.
Corrine laughed warmly.
Alright, you win.
Spare me, Corrine.
Corrine snorted.
So, are you coming or not? IU be there.
Great.
What about your husband? If hes free, bring him along too.
Tilda hesitated. Ill ask him, but I doubt hes available.
Her mind briefly recalled what Myra had mentioned earlier-how Rita had intercepted Lyndon, likely on his way to some social event.
No worries.
Just dont forget to bring Sheldon with you.
I havent seen him in ages; he must be getting even more adorable every day.
Corrines voice bubbled with excitement.
A soft smile tugged at Tildas lips as thoughts of Sheldon filled her heart.