How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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?

low whistle, glancing over at Sylvie. "Feels like we just got hustled... What's

stepped up beside Jarrod, her tone steady and cool. "Ambition's fine, but making grand promises in front of a crowd without considering what

seriously. In truth, she looked down

thoughtful look. "Has she always been this

who stood off to

Elodie's direction as she

how Elodie

thought she'd acted a bit rash today. How was she planning to save face when this

the subject. "You said you invited Mr.

said he had a last-minute business

As for Watts...

never replied. Probably too busy, she figured. Surely he wasn't just

together the

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