Lost Me Gained Regret

The girl beside her said, "Who else? Janedream's Elena, of course! I just didn't expect her to be such a young and beautiful woman in person!"

"Pfft, I didn't see you defending her earlier, and now you're all praises."

"What could I have done?"

The other girl glanced at her, "Did you forget how nasty you, Judie, and Dorothy were talking about her earlier? If I had defended her, you guys would have probably lashed out at me too." Keeping a low profile.

Nothing unusual.

She didn't argue, just mumbled, "My mom was trying so hard to secure a private session with Elena for me, and now, because of my mess... it's probably never going to happen." "It might not be that bad."

Another girl chimed in, "I don't think she's the type to hold grudges, especially not against someone who's, no offense, not the sharpest tool in the shed."

The room buzzed with chatter.

Before the dinner even ended, I was swarmed with business cards - some were offers for collaborations, others were trying to secure a private session of their own. But mostly, they were looking to network. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

They believed that if they could get on my good side, any project they wanted to tackle would be a breeze.

Herbert also made it clear on the spot that since I was Bella's goddaughter, I was naturally considered his niece as well.

That way, even if I wasn't keen on helping them with anything, just leaving a good impression on me would give them a smooth sailing.

Bryant, Herbert - any one of them was a big fish that nobody at the

least, this was the most kindness I had

just human nature,

me realize I still had

give me a solid standing in Vista Town, where the

business card, Gregory strolled over, casually wrapping an arm around my

Ford, Ms. Webster, I've spotted a friend. Please, go ahead

the card took the hint and

"Getting a lot of business cards, aren't

I raised an eyebrow at

squeezing my waist a bit before whispering in my ear, "I'm not

help

voice was playful yet suggestive,

cheeks flushed, and I quickly glanced around, thankful that everyone had made space for this VIP the moment he approached.

here, after

mingling with a few people who came up to converse before

who used to have eyes only for him, now

a clear line had been drawn

car was palpable, with Bryant's cigarette

smoke but endured

here instead of her, would he still be