★ Title: Midnight in Montmartre

★ Voice Age: Adult (30 - 45)

★ Language: English

★ Accent: Neutral American

Script:

Elise pressed her back against the rain-slicked wall, her pulse hammering. He had followed her across three arrondissements. "You can't keep running from this," Julien said, his voice low, close.

She turned to face him. The streetlamp caught the line of his jaw, the desperate hope in his eyes. "I'm not running," she said. "I'm giving you a chance to catch up."

Julien exhaled a soft laugh, stepping closer until the space between them felt like a held breath. His hand found her cheek. Paris hummed around them, indifferent and beautiful, as the rain finally stopped.

★ Title: The Last Letter

★ Voice Age: Adult (28 - 45)

★ Language: English

★ Accent: Southern American

Script:

I read the letter four times. My coffee went cold. Postmarked three weeks ago — before the accident, before I got the call, before I stood in the back row of a church and didn't cry because I couldn't make myself believe it.

"I should have told you sooner," it said. That was it. One line. Thomas had loved me and I had always known, and I had done nothing about it.

My phone buzzed. Unknown number. I answered without thinking. "Clara." His voice. Alive. "Don't hang up."

★ Title: Second Chances in Savannah

★ Voice Age: Adult (35 - 50)

★ Language: English

★ Accent: Southern American

Script:

The magnolia trees hadn't changed. Neither had Nate — still leaning against doorframes like he owned every room he walked into. I set down my bag and told myself the flutter in my chest was just the heat.

"You didn't tell me you'd be here," I said. "You didn't ask." He pushed off the wall, slow and deliberate. "You never did like asking for things, Viv."

Ten years. I had spent ten years getting over him, and apparently all it took to undo that was one lazy smile in my mother's hallway.

★ Title: The Florist's Secret

★ Voice Age: Young Adult (22 - 35)

★ Language: English

★ Accent: British RP

Script:

Every Tuesday, someone left cash under my door and took a bunch of white dahlias. No note, no name. I assumed grief. It's usually grief.

I did not assume it would be him — rain-soaked on my Wednesday morning, holding one dahlia back, looking at me like I was supposed to understand. "You left this behind," he said.

"I didn't — those aren't—" He was smiling. My brain caught up slowly. "They're for you, Rosie," he said. "They've always been for you." I stood there with soil on my hands and absolutely no idea what to say.

★ Title: Borrowed Time in Tuscany

★ Voice Age: Adult (30 - 48)

★ Language: English

★ Accent: Neutral American

Script:

The villa was supposed to be empty. I had checked. Twice. So when I walked onto the terrace at dawn and found a man drinking espresso like he'd invented it, staring out at the valley, I said the most embarrassing possible thing.

"Who are you?" He turned. Dark eyes, completely unbothered. "Marco. The agency double-booked us." He tilted his cup toward me. "Coffee?"

"Absolutely not," I said. Then I sat down across from him, because the valley really was beautiful and I hadn't slept in thirty hours. "Fine. One cup."

★ Title: Stars Over the Harbor

★ Voice Age: Adult (25 - 40)

★ Language: English

★ Accent: Australian

Script:

The boat rocked gently beneath them, dark water lapping against the hull. Dani sat on the bow, feet dangling, pretending to study the sky. She was acutely aware that Finn had not moved away.

"That one's Orion," he said softly. His arm grazed hers. Neither pulled back. "I know what Orion is," she said.

"Right." He lowered his arm, slowly. "I wasn't really talking about the stars." She turned to look at him. He was already looking at her — had probably been looking at her the whole time.

★ Title: The Enemy's Heir

★ Voice Age: Adult (28 - 42)

★ Language: English

★ Accent: British RP

Script:

I had spent four years systematically dismantling the Ashford Group. Now I was standing in Cade Ashford's corner office, hired to save it. The irony was not lost on me. Neither was the way he looked up from his desk — unsurprised, unbothered, like he'd been expecting me.

"I know who you are," he said. "Good. Then we can skip the part where you pretend to be impressed." I dropped my portfolio on his desk. "Your company is bleeding. I can stop it."

"And what do you want in return?" His eyes were steady. Careful. Way too calm for a man whose empire was on fire. I smiled. "Everything."

★ Title: A Winter in Edinburgh

★ Voice Age: Adult (30 - 50)

★ Language: English

★ Accent: Scottish 

Script:

I ducked into the bookshop to escape the sleet and nearly knocked a man flat. He caught me by the elbow — steady, automatic — while six poetry collections scattered across the floor between us.

"Careful," he said. A voice like old wool, low and worn-in. "You'd have taken down half of Burns." "I would have survived the fall," I said.

He laughed. Surprised, genuine — the kind that changes a person's whole face. I found myself wanting to say something ridiculous just to hear it again.

★ Title: Not Just the Nanny

★ Voice Age: Adult (25 - 38)

★ Language: English

★ Accent: Neutral American 

Script:

The rules were simple: professional distance, separate schedules, no personal conversations after eight. I had agreed to all of them. I had not agreed to this — standing in the kitchen doorway at midnight watching him make pancakes with his daughter because she'd had a nightmare.

He didn't turn around. "You're off the clock, Paige." "I know," I said. I pulled out a stool anyway. "Do you have blueberries?"

He finally looked at me. Something moved across his face — something I didn't have a rule for. "Yeah," he said quietly. "I do."

★ Title: One More Goodbye

★ Voice Age: Adult (32 - 50)

★ Language: English

★ Accent: Neutral American

Script:

We'd said goodbye four times in twelve years. At the airport when I left for grad school. At his father's funeral, where I held it together until I was outside. The night I got engaged to someone else and he stood in the rain and didn't say a single word.

And now here — a hotel lobby, same conference, both of us alone. He saw me before I saw him. Of course he did. "Marcus," I said. That was all I had.

"I know." He picked up my bag before I could argue. "Let's get dinner. We can figure out the rest after." I followed him. I always had.