Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 33

Jessica sat beside her on the antique wooden settee.

The two of them faced each other across a small coffee table, which was scattered with all sorts of delicate paper cuttings.

"Jessica, I'm just not satisfied with any of these decorations," Latonia sighed. "It's

a pity your grandmother passed away years ago. The neighbors told me you're quite talented too. Could I trouble you to make some for me?"

Jessica nodded silently.

She didn't speak a word.

Latonia had heard from Herbert that Jessica still hadn't regained her voice.

Latonia led Jessica around the villa, asking her to help spot the best places for the decorations. Jessica took her time, studying the rooms, and snapped photos on her phone of the spots that needed some color.

Communicating in gestures and notes on her phone, Jessica let Latonia know she could finish everything in about two days.

Latonia, who hadn't seen Jessica in so long, insisted she stay for dinner.

Afterwards, Latonia had Herbert drive Jessica home.

Herbert glanced over. "Where do you

grace. "I'm not heading home. I need to buy some materials-could you drop me at

For paper cuttings?"

and signed

lots of materials can be used for cutting designs. Your house has a classic look-if I use ordinary paper,

hands moved with effortless elegance, her fingers nimble and wrists poised, making

forward to seeing

from her grandmother as a child, often lending

with intricate projects. Now, it seemed, she had blended old traditions with a

she'd even surpassed

her off at the fabric market, but instead of leaving, he

wave him off, insisting she could

speak—it'll be hard to communicate with the sellers. Let

letting him tag

stepped inside when Jessica spotted Timothy's older

was carefully

confrontation, Jessica ducked down

Timothy were twins,

her degree to launch

down on Jessica, seeing her as nothing more than a mute girl unworthy of