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"Thank you for taking me home." Melissa smiled at the member of the production crew who had given her a lift after no one answered her calls.
"Take care, Melissa!" the person in the front passenger seat flashed her a bright smile. "See you at the next filming."
"Mhm." Melissa waved, watching the old van drive away. As it grew smaller in the distance, her smile faded.
The crew had been kind to stop when they saw her on the roadside. However, the van was old and overcrowded with props and peopleāthey were packed in like sardines. To make matters worse, the air conditioning wasnāt working, so all the windows had been rolled down. Melissa had to keep it together with a smile despite the wind, the crowded seats, and the smell of alcohol reeking from their breaths.
It was the absolute worst!
"I canāt believe Derek actually left me in there. Now, I smell like smoke and sweat," She clicked her tongue, turning quickly toward the residence. All she wanted now was a nice shower to wash it off.
Melissa jogged to the entrance, only to stop when the front door opened from the inside. Her brows knitted as a middleāaged man stepped out.
"Uncle Mike?" she called, her face lighting up. "Uncle Mike, I didnāt know youād be here today! Are you leaving now?"
The man wore a simple shirt and pants under a jacket. He was tall, with a bulky build, and despite his age, he looked strong and fit. Surprise was clear on his face before a smile replaced it.
Mike smiled warmly at her. "Melissa, wow! Look at our little celebrity! I didnāt think Iād see you today. Your mother told me itās your first day of filming. How was it?"
"Uncle Mike. It did well, thankfully." She chuckled. "Had I known you were here, I wouldāve rushed home."
"Donāt mention it. I just dropped by because I was in the area." His eyes gleamed with affection as he reached out to stroke her head. "Youāve really grown, Melissa. From a pretty little girl into a fine young woman. Iām really happy to see you."
Her cheeks flushed pink. "Uncle Mike, why are you leaving now? Donāt you want to stay? Mom wouldnāt mind."
"No, no. I have some things to do." He shook his head. "Donāt worry. Iāll contact you when Iām free. Iām a busy person, as you can tell."
She puckered her lips with a faint frown but nodded in understanding. They exchanged smiles before Mike reluctantly bid her farewell. Melissa watched him go with a heavy sigh.
"I hope he comes back when Iām off work," she murmured. "Itād be nice to catch up with him."
Mike was her favorite relative on her motherās sideāwell, her only known relative. Jasmine had been estranged from her family since she was a teen, but sheād maintained a good relationship with Mike, her distant cousin.
Melissa didnāt think much about it. Mike came and went in their lives, but whenever she needed him, he always made time. Heading inside, she handed her bag to the house helper.
"Whereās my mother?" she asked.
"The Madam is in your fatherās study, Young Miss," the helper replied politely.
Melissaās brows rose. "Did he finally come home?" she wondered.
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