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.

green, silk button-down, fitted perfectly at the waist. The weather was warming up, and the lightweight fabric made her seem almost ethereal—a cool, distant elegance. A matching ribbon was loosely

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

smile faded when she saw Elodie, but Elodie didn't care about whatever was going on

voice slid quietly into her ear: "You're right in front of the air conditioning vent. Want

didn't even look up, her tone

restrained, and didn't press

bright smile. "This was such a great

amazing.

really something. I

Jarrod agreed, "Definitely."

conversation drifted over,

the highlights of their visit to Hokkaido, clearly wishing she could relive every

her eyes down,

waving a

stood up and walked over to

Sylvie crossed her legs, leaning back in her

expression turning instantly cold.

Sylvie wasn't

Sylvie, he called out, "Ms. Fielding! You and