Page 37 of Flipping the Script
"Quinn! How does it feel to have your creative vision recognized at this level?" A reporter thrusts a microphone toward her face.
"Incredible," Quinn answers honestly. "But the real victory has been discovering what's possible when you find the right creative partner."
She fields several more questions about future projects and creative influences, each answer reinforcing her growing certainty about what she wants her professional life to include going forward.
Back in the theater, the ceremony continues with additional categories and performances, but Quinn finds her attention divided between the stage and Solen's presence beside her. The award sits heavy in her lap, a tangible symbol of professional achievement that somehow feels less important than the woman whose hand remains intertwined with hers.
When the final award is presented and the closing musical number concludes, attendees begin filtering toward the exit and various after-parties scattered throughout the city.
"The Meridian Hotel Penthouse party?" Solen asks as they join the slow-moving crowd in the theater's aisle.
Quinn nods, though the prospect of more networking and professional conversations feels less appealing than it should following her major victory. "Iris will never forgive us if we miss it."
The penthouse party at The Meridian Hotel buzzes with the particular energy of successful industry professionals celebrating another year of creative achievement. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the city's glittering skyline while waitstaff circulate with champagne and elegant hors d'oeuvres.
Quinn finds herself surrounded by directors and producers interested in discussing their next collaboration, each conversation reinforcing how dramatically her professional prospects have shifted in a single evening.
"We're developing a limited series that would be perfect for your sensibilities," explains a streaming executive Quinn has admired from a distance. "The central relationship requires exactly the kind of authentic development you brought to this project."
Solen joins their conversation naturally, contributing insights about character development that complement Quinn's narrative perspective. Their creative partnership flows effortlessly in professional settings, each building on the other's ideas in ways that create stronger concepts than either could develop independently.
"You two should consider developing original material together," suggests another producer. "Your collaborative dynamic translates beautifully to screen, and audiences are clearly responding to stories about authentic partnership."
As the evening progresses, Quinn realizes their fake relationship has evolved into genuine professional opportunity.Industry professionals see them as a creative team worth investing in, opening doors neither could access individually.
Carmen Luna Rodriguez approaches them near the penthouse's bar, her camera equipment suggesting official documentation rather than casual photography.
"Mind if I grab some victory celebration shots?" she asks, gesturing toward the terrace doors. "The city lights would create beautiful contrast with your formal wear."
Quinn surprises herself—and probably everyone else—by immediately agreeing. "That sounds perfect."
They step through the glass doors onto the private terrace where the city spreads below them in a carpet of twinkling lights. The sounds of the party fade to a pleasant hum behind them while cool evening air carries the distant energy of a city that never fully sleeps.
Carmen positions them against the terrace railing, the urban landscape creating a dramatic backdrop for what might be their final professional photoshoot as a couple. But as Quinn looks at Solen in the soft lighting, she realizes she no longer thinks in terms of endings.
"Actually," Quinn says, causing Carmen to lower her camera, "could you give us a moment first?"
Carmen smiles with obvious understanding. "Take all the time you need. I'll be right inside when you're ready."
Alone on the terrace under the stars, surrounded by the distant sounds of celebration and success, Quinn finally understands what Solen meant about this feeling different. They're not performing for cameras or maintaining an image for public consumption. They're just two women who found something real through elaborate pretense.
"So," Solen says, moving closer to the railing where city lights reflect in her eyes, "what happens now?"
Quinn joins her, the award still tucked securely under one arm. "I was hoping you might have some ideas about that."
"I do, actually." Solen's hand finds her compass necklace, the gesture Quinn has learned signals important decisions rather than nervous energy. "But they all involve taking risks I've never been brave enough to take before."
"Such as?"
"Such as believing this is real enough to build a life around instead of just enjoying until it inevitably ends."
Quinn sets her award carefully on the terrace table and turns to face Solen directly. "What if I told you I've been thinking the same thing?"
"I'd probably ask if you're sure you want to risk your perfectly organized life on someone who improvises through most situations."
"And I'd tell you that improvisation only works when you have partners you trust completely." Quinn reaches for Solen's hands, finding them warm despite the evening air. "I trust you completely."
The kiss happens naturally, without cameras or contracts or publicity strategies—just two women who discovered authentic connection through elaborate performance. Quinn tastes champagne and possibility on Solen's lips while the city glitters around them like a promise of adventures they might have together.
