Chapter 29: It Must Be Him!
Chapter 29: It Must Be Him!
Chapter 29: It must be him!
-Why did you come back all of a sudden?
She stood up, and the book on the table unexpectedly fell to the floor. Instantly her heartbeat
accelerated greatly.
-Drink the soup.
Leopoldo put the bowl in his hand on the table, bent down and picked up the book that had fallen on
the floor and flipped through it nonchalantly, then put it back on the table.
Mariana still did not recover from this shock and remained stunned in her seat.
-You can finish your soup before you read your book. No need to be in such a hurry," the man's voice
sounded from beside her.
Mariana sat obediently and took the spoon to drink the soup in a mute manner.
The aroma of the chicken soup, and the man's unique fragrance, wafted through the modest studio,
and Mariana suddenly felt the exhaustion that was almost crushing her disappear, and felt some
excitement inside.
-Where are you going?
Seeing the man heading for the door, Mariana unconsciously stood up and asked. The man turned
around with a complicated look on his face.
-Well... I'm so sorry. I shouldn't be...
Mariana then realized she shouldn't ask and hurriedly covered her mouth.
It was enough that he came to bring her soup, how could she still want to interfere in his private life?
-I'm going to sleep.
To her surprise, the man did not get angry, but merely responded indifferently, and then left; soon after,
the sound of the door closing came from the next bedroom.
Mariana let out a deep sigh and slowly sat up. Looking at the chicken soup that was still steaming in
front of her, instantly the urge to sleep went away.
The racing heartbeat was a constant reminder that what had just happened was real.
Leopoldo had arrived, had brought him this chicken soup, and the book had also picked up for him.
"Why are you doing all this?"
Mariana was becoming more and more confused with this man, but, naturally, she would not be so
naive as to think that this was because he liked her.
In the next bedroom.
Leopoldo was lying on the bed, and Mariana's pale face came to his mind from time to time.
Indeed, she was very tired and looked like she had been working a lot lately.
He picked up the cell phone at his side and dialed his assistant's number. It was already very late and
the assistant had long since gone to bed, but seeing that it was his boss who called him, he jumped out
of bed to answer:
-Mr. Durán, how can I help you?
-Send me the script of Holy Empress as well as the original novel for the film and put them in the studio
downstairs.
It was rare for Leopoldo to say so much, and the assistant listened with extraordinary attention as he
hurried to respond:
-Yes, I'm going to do it right now.
Naturally, he was able to guess the boss's intention.
-Besides," Leopoldo's voice rang again over the phone, "send the disc of Rafael Sanchez's film.
Upon hearing this, the assistant on the other end of the phone was a bit surprised, because the disc of
Rafael Sánchez's film was out of print and the only one available was in Mr. Durán's possession.
"Mr. Durán is truly generous for the sake of his wife."
"Truly this gentleman has a very strange character, either he doesn't help, or when he does, he sure is
very generous!"
-Understood, I'll do it right away!
The assistant hung up the phone and immediately got up and went to do his job.
The morning of the next day.
Mariana woke up very hungry. Last night's chicken soup had given her an appetite.
As she passed Leopold's bedroom, she looked toward the closed door, it seemed that he had not yet
woken up.
Mariana went downstairs, went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast.
Soon after, she emerged from the kitchen with a sandwich in her mouth. As she passed through the
living room, she remembered that her purse still seemed to be on the couch.
Mariana walked over to the couch and was about to grab her purse when she saw a bunch of things
wrapped in kraft paper lying next to her bag.
"What is this?" she was a little puzzled, and picked up that package.
He unwrapped the package and discovered that inside were several books, and a disk.
The script of Emperatriz Santa and a novel...
I had never seen them before.
"Where did they come from?"
Mariana froze in place.
"My God, isn't this what I need now? Did Leopoldo bring them? It must be him!"
Mariana didn't have time to think about it and excitedly climbed the stairs with the pile of stuff.
Her intuition told her that these things should be able to help her a lot in the design.
When he reached the second floor, he ran into the man who had just come out of his bedroom.
Leopold was dressed in black pajamas, so he was a bit nicer than usual, and his tousled hair rested
gently on his forehead, making him seem a bit more approachable.
However, his eyes were slightly narrowed, with a certain indifference and detachment.
Mariana took two steps back and saluted him:
-Good morning!
Leopoldo said nothing, looking at her in silence.
Only then did Mariana remember the things she held in her arms, and held them in front of Leopoldo as Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
if she were showing a treasure by asking:
-These things are yours, aren't they?
The set of "Emperatriz Santa" was a team from Grupo Durán's entertainment company. She was so
excited that she had forgotten about it.
It was only after meeting Leopoldo that he remembered this key point. "It is quite possible that it is
Leopoldo who brought me these materials about the film."
Leopoldo glanced at the things she held in her hand, responded indifferently and passed by her without
another word.
Mariana stood still to one side.
"What do you mean by that, you don't want these things anymore?"
Although I didn't know this man very well, if he didn't reject something outright, it was basically tacit
approval.
Mariana was overjoyed, turned around and said "Thank you" to Leopoldo's back as he slowly walked
away.
The man didn't turn around, and Mariana didn't wait for his answer either.
In any case, she was still very grateful to this man.
Back in her small studio, Mariana seemed revitalized and spent most of the day re-reading the script,
the original book and watching Rafael Sanchez's film.
At the same time, his inspiration, like a spring, kept flowing, one after another.
I had never seen the film before, but what I did know was that Rafael Sanchez was a master in this
field, and that all the films directed by him were very classic and popular.
When Mariana felt sorry for the disgruntled relationship between the protagonists in the film, she
instantly banged on the table and shouted excitedly:
-I already have the idea!
He immediately turned on his computer and designed six sets of vintage costumes, three each for the
male and female leads, which also included headdresses....
After all this, Mariana arrived at the set with her computer in her arms full of confidence.
Mariana spoke briefly with those present about her ideas in designing these costumes, and the team
members exclaimed:
-These costumes and headdresses are so beautiful, so exquisite.
Mariana immediately led the people in her group and made these clothes during a single night.
When she saw the well-made costumes, Mariana smiled with satisfaction.
-Mari, these clothes, they are so beautiful, especially this formal dress of the Empress, it is both
majestic and elegant. I am absolutely sure it will fit very well with the personality of the Empress in the
movie.
Ana gently caressed the beautiful suit and exclaimed with great joy.
The magnificent costume had the main color yellow, inlaid with emeralds, which was a symbol of
superior dignity and solemnity, and the collar was adorned with white pearls.
The other dress was a knee-length skirt, violet in color and the collar was in white, trimmed with gold
silk, which was very elegant and splendid.
The last one is a long blue dress with a white shirt, tied at the waist with gold and silver threads and
embroidered with peonies on the pink lapel.
The emperor's formal dress was also very impressive and matched the empress's dress.
-Yes, this is what I want to express," Mariana rubbed her chin and circled these clothes, smiling in
satisfaction.