How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 328

Chapter 328

She ignored the way Sylvie's face fell.

With a brisk turn, Esmeralda climbed into her car. Just looking at her foolish brother made her blood boil; she slammed the gas, letting a cloud of exhaust billow behind her as she sped off down the street.

Yet, the incident left an unspoken sting in everyone's mind-a barb that lingered long after.

Sylvie kept her gaze lowered, lost in thought.

She figured it must have been the buzz of her family's art exhibition that set Elodie

off. Maybe the spectacle got under her skin, prompting that brazen, boastful speech.

All posturing, really.

Did Elodie really think getting into this field was as easy as picking apples at the market? Anyone could just waltz in and claim a spot?

a low whistle, glancing over at Sylvie. "Feels like we

fine, but making grand promises in front of a crowd without considering

take it seriously. In

Sylvie shot Maurice a thoughtful look. "Has she always been

his eyes flicking to Jarrod, who stood off to the side, eyes downcast, lost in his

hadn't even glanced in Elodie's direction as she left. Judging by his lack of reaction, he

for how Elodie

been mild, unremarkable-never one to stand out. Even Maurice thought she'd acted a bit rash today. How was she planning

to change the subject. "You said you invited Mr. Whitaker and the others, right? Didn't

he had a last-minute business

As for Watts...

group invitation, but he never replied. Probably too busy, she figured. Surely he wasn't

the story as she

shoo-in for the program-otherwise her mother wouldn't have bragged the way she did in front of all those industry bigwigs, acting like it's all but

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