Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 162

When filming for the third episode of Iron Will began, Yvonne returned to the Istra military base.

The male celebrity guests remained the same: Julian, Jonathan, Lennon, and Thomas. On the women’s side, a new face, Gladys, had joined to replace Daisy, teaming up with Marina, Doris, and Yvonne.

Gladys was a celebrated athlete, a short-track speed skating champion, with a bright and straightforward personality. She got along well with everyone.

The four women—Yvonne, Marina, Doris, and Gladys—were assigned to the same dorm.

Doris, remembering how Queena had manipulated her into ruining Yvonne’s bed, offered a sincere apology. For an A-list actress like her to swallow her pride was rare indeed. Yvonne wasn’t one to hold a grudge, and the two of them made peace.

Marina, however, remained her usual gentle, harmless self. She interacted with Yvonne just as before, as if their argument at the club had never happened.

After a long day of filming, everyone was exhausted.

Yvonne went back to the dorm, grabbed her toiletries and a change of clothes, and headed to the communal washroom at the end of the hall.

She had just finished washing her face and was drying her hair when Marina walked in with her own toiletries. Standing next to Yvonne, Marina turned on the faucet and began washing her hands. “Yvonne,” she said softly, “I’m so sorry about what happened the other day. I know you were just looking out for me.”

Yvonne switched off her hair dryer and looked at her, her expression calm. “You don’t owe me an apology, Marina. You owe yourself one.”

Marina’s eyes reddened. “I know. I’m not going to those parties anymore. You were right—trading my body for opportunities isn’t worth it.” She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, then pulled a red envelope from her pocket and held it out to Yvonne.

“I’m getting married next month. Yvonne, would you be my bridesmaid?”

As a fairly successful B-list actress who consistently earned money for the company, Marina had her own private car and a personal assistant.

Yvonne settled into the comfortable van, enjoying the air conditioning as she watched the scenery blur past the window.

“I have to stop by the office,” Marina said from the seat beside her. “Should I have the driver drop you at the Spencer estate first?”

“Yes, please. Thank you,” Yvonne replied politely.

The van drove smoothly until it pulled up to the gates of the Spencer family estate. As a minor artist under the company’s banner, Marina’s car wasn’t cleared to enter the estate grounds. Besides, Teresa, for all her gentle demeanor, was fiercely possessive and deeply mistrustful of the young actresses at the company.