How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 476

"Some people just can't go anywhere without their entourage," Alexander scoffed under his breath.

They had to walk that way, so Elodie couldn't help but notice Sylvie looking radiant, laughing quietly with Jarrod as they chatted together.

All Elodie wanted was to find her seat, but as she approached, she realized-her place was right next to Jarrod.

Elodie instinctively frowned.

Alexander noticed too. He leaned down and asked quietly, "Want me to ask someone if you can switch seats?"

Elodie pressed her lips together, then shook her head. "All the seats were assigned in advance. With so many big names here today, every spot is tied to someone's status. It's not something they can change on a whim otherwise, they'd have to rearrange the whole system."

At formal events like this, the rules were strict. She couldn't be the one to make a fuss and put the organizers in a bind just for her own comfort.

Alexander understood.

Elodie walked to her seat.

Just as she reached it, Jarrod glanced up, meeting her gaze.

waist. The weather was warming up, and the lightweight fabric made her seem almost ethereal—a cool, distant elegance. A matching ribbon was loosely knotted at her slender neck, her collarbones sharp and

ignored Jarrod's stare and sat down, immediately pulling out her phone to review

didn't

out until Jarrod's voice slid quietly into her ear: "You're right

look up, her tone icy. "No,

and restrained, and

a bright smile. "This was such a great trip. I didn't expect that place to be so

was amazing. Next time,

laughed, remembering something. "And that spa was really something. I don't think I've ever seen one quite like

Jarrod agreed, "Definitely."

conversation drifted over,

on, describing the highlights of their visit

her eyes down, scrolling

the principal arrived, waving a greeting to Jarrod from

stood up and walked over

her legs, leaning back in her chair,

expression turning instantly cold.

Sylvie

slipped into one of the back rows Spotting Sylvie, he called out, "Ms. Fielding! You and Mr. Silverstein got