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.

need to buy

cuttings?" Herbert was genuinely

and signed

house has a classic look-if I use ordinary paper,

elegance, her fingers nimble and wrists

found himself looking forward

craft from her grandmother as a child, often lending

seemed, she had blended

she'd even surpassed her

off at the fabric market, but instead

to wave him off, insisting she

with the sellers. Let me help with

letting him

stepped inside when Jessica spotted Timothy's

Lawson was carefully inspecting bolts

confrontation, Jessica ducked

and Timothy were twins, both

hard-charging career woman. After college, she'd used her degree to launch a boutique fashion label, now with stores all over the

seeing her as nothing