Meanwhile...
 Emmett, enjoying a solitary coffee break at his favorite restaurant, couldn't help but overhear the conversation at the table next to him. The woman, a stunning brunette with a warm smile, was talking to a man, her hand resting gently on her stomach, mimicking the swell of pregnancy.
 "It's just... I'm so tired of the lies," the man said, his voice strained. "I want to be myself, to be free."
 Emmett, his curiosity piqued, couldn't help but eavesdrop further.
 He couldn't help but feel a touch of amusement at the situation unfolding before him. He was amused by the carefully orchestrated drama, the performance designed to break a man free from an unwanted engagement.
 As the woman, who was introducing herself as "Candy," leaned forward, her hand gently stroking her stomach, Emmett noticed a subtle movement, a slight shift in her posture. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her, in a flash of movement, pull a pillow from underneath her dress, adjusting it, creating the illusion of a pregnant belly.
 Emmett stifled a laugh, a chuckle that died in his throat as he realized the absurdity of the situation. He had seen Selena in action before, witnessed her ability to transform herself, to become someone she wasn't, to create a world of illusion. But this was a masterpiece of deception, a performance worthy of a standing ovation.
 The woman, now "Candy," her voice soft and sympathetic, was comforting the man, assuring him that everything would be alright, that his freedom was within reach.
 "It's just… I’m so tired of the lies,” the man said, his voice filled with regret, “I want to be myself, to be free."
 “I understand,” the woman, now “Candy,” said, her voice filled with compassion, "It’s okay, you’re not alone, we’ll get through this.”
 Emmett, fascinated by the performance unfolding before him, couldn’t help but admire her talent, her ability to weave a story, to create a world of make-believe. It was a reminder of the incredible power of human connection, the power of a shared story, the power of an illusion.
 He smiled, a small, knowing smile, as he finished his meal, his heart filled with a mixture of amusement and admiration. As she watched "Candy's" acting, seeing her in action, witnessing the power of her performance, almost made him believe in the illusion she had created, a world where dreams could be manufactured, where truths could be manipulated, where even a pregnant belly could be fabricated with a well-placed pillow.
 Emmett sipped his coffee his mind swirling with thoughts of the woman and her talent, her ingenuity, her ability to make people believe in the impossible.
 Once the roleplay is over, the woman was given an envelope which is obviously filled with money. And before the woman accepted the money, "Candy" gave the man a piece of advice, of telling everyone the truth and setting himself free. Afterwards, the woman walks out from the restaurant, with her head held up high...
 Emmett suddenly thought of an idea that could help his best friend Ezra from his problem. Emmett didn't waste any more time. He quickly stood up and dashed out from the restaurant, hoping that he could catch up with "Candy," or whatever her name is...
 His plan that could help Ezra break free from his father’s clutches, a plan that could turn the tables on his father's manipulative game, a plan that would involve none other than "Candy."
 "Wait!" Emmett called out, his voice a mix of urgency and excitement.
 He quickly stood up, his chair scraping against the floor, and dashed out of the restaurant, his eyes fixed on the woman's departing figure. He had to talk to her, to convince her to help, to convince her to play a different role, a role that could help Ezra gain his freedom.
 He hurried down the street, his mind racing, his heart pounding, his steps quickening. He had to catch her, to convince her, to make her see the potential of his idea. He had to convince her to play a different role, a role that could save his friend from his father's manipulative grip.
 As he caught up with the woman, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, he stopped, a mix of excitement and apprehension bubbling within him.
 "Candy," he said, his voice a little breathless. "Wait. I need to talk to you."
 Selena/Candy, her gaze fixed on the street ahead, turned to face him, a curious expression on her face. "Are you talking to me?" she said, her voice a mix of surprise and confusion. "Who are you?"
 Emmett, his mind still racing, his plan taking shape, knew he had to explain quickly. "I was at the restaurant," he said, his voice a mix of urgency and excitement. "I saw you. And I know what you do for a living, and I have a job for you and I can pay you big time."
 Selena/Candy, her eyes intrigued, raised an eyebrow. "A job?"
 "Yes," Emmett said, his voice filled with conviction. "An idea that can help your friend Ezra. It's… It’s a little crazy, a little out there, but it might just work."
 Selena, her curiosity piqued, her professional instincts kicking in, decided to listen. "Tell me," she said, her voice a soft, inquiring murmur. "What's your idea?"
 Emmett, with a sense of purpose, took a deep breath. "I need to help my best friend get out of a sticky situation, a way to help him escape his father's manipulation. It's… It’s a little risky, but it’s worth a shot. We need your help."
 He paused, his gaze meeting hers, a mixture of hope and desperation in his eyes. "I need you to play another role," he said, his voice a soft, pleading whisper. "A role that could change everything."
 Selena thoughtfully stared at the stranger standing in front of her. She thought that she should give him a chance and listen to everything he says, before she could make her final decision.
 "Alright,then. Come with me to my office. I'll listen to your ideas there." she finally decided.