Regret Came Too Late

At precisely 7:00 pm, Grace arrived at the entrance of the charity gala with an invitation in hand.

As she stepped out of the car, she noticed Jodie, who was dressed to the nines.

Jodie didn't expect to run into Grace here, as she thought Grace wouldn't have an invitation.

Grace didn't greet her. She handed her invitation to a staff member and walked inside with poise.

She was wearing a more understated look tonight-a black sequin skirt with a mermaid silhouette paired with a silk blouse that cinched at her waist.

Jodie stood still for a moment. Instead of storming off to cause Grace trouble, she called Yancey.

"Are you sure you don't want to come, Yancey? I just saw Grace at the gala," she said.

Something unreadable flickered in Yancey's gaze before a small smile tugged at his lips.

"I'm on my way. Jodie, leave her alone."

It seemed like every man on earth was under Grace's spell, and that was what Jodie hated the most.

She smiled insincerely. "Of course."

After hanging up the call, her gaze turned icy as she looked toward where Grace

gone. Then, she called her

she would make sure Grace was utterly

gala-flashing lights, clinking glasses, and scents of perfume in

recall ever being in a place

knowing glances before whispering behind

hopelessly devoted to Yancey, had finally won him, only to leave him

walked up to her with a glass in her hand. She eyed Grace

"Grace Lambert?"

no idea who this

a sharp breath and remarked, "So it's true, huh? You

to her-she had seen this woman in some old

her for

a jab in public

her glass and hurled the

Grace had seen it coming. She sidestepped in time just as Jodie was stepping

last, the wine hit

just like that, everyone's

stunned. "Jodie,

they were good friends-no wonder Daphne had come at Grace. Clearly, it

lightly, her gaze fixed on Grace with undisguised

smirked and turned to walk away, ready to get back to her