"Alright, Dad, I'm not a little girl anymore, I can take care of myself, don't worry, that's it, I love you." Blake Lively closed her phone with a long sigh and set it down, straightened her clothes, and hurriedly emerged from the secluded corner back onto the avenue between the studios.
Due to her parents, she had been to these studios many times before for fun, so she was fairly familiar with everything around, and soon she arrived near the parking lot. Checking the time, though she hadn't managed to get an exact figure, it was about this time, she wondered if that man would change his schedule or if he had already arrived while she was on the phone.
