How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 158

Ivan immediately let go and smiled. "Why didn't you tell me in advance? I could've come to pick you up."

Queenie finally broke into a grin, walked over, and wrapped her arms around his waist, nestling against his chest. Her voice was soft and teasing. "I didn't want you to wear yourself out. You kept me up half the night, remember?"

Elodie lowered her gaze, her expression unreadable.

The possessive undertone in Queenie's words didn't stir any emotion in her- none at all. She was just an onlooker in this story.

Queenie, however, turned her attention to Elodie and smiled. "Can you stay a bit longer tonight? We're having a feast, and we need you here."

Elodie met her gaze, her voice even. "What's on the menu?"

Queenie winked mischievously. "You'll see soon enough."

She left it at that, then playfully tugged Ivan toward the other side of the room. "My dad just arrived. Come say hi."

Ivan slipped an arm around her waist and didn't refuse. As he walked away, though, he shot Elodie a glance-its meaning impossible to decipher.

Elodie didn't dwell on it.

When Esmeralda returned, she shook her head. "No luck. This Fergus is a real mystery."

seem bothered. "Let's go

table was in the second row.

Elodie glanced up.

settling into the prime

was always a pecking order at

to her. Still, from where

were the first people she

Sylvie was leaning in close,

his eyes warm and attentive as he looked at Sylvie

expression remained calm as she looked past

teeth. "Is this their little love show? Should we just wheel a bed out for them

gentle squeeze,

felt nothing

item up for auction had been donated by celebrities or major organizations, and all proceeds would go to help children in remote

was a cause

do her part for charity, too. If something caught her eye, she'd bid-just a small

rolled

seat, she watched as Jarrod handed his bidding

intended for Sylvie to call the shots tonight-he'd

and didn't hold back, raising