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

Then, she

would make sure Grace

gala-flashing lights, clinking glasses, and scents of

in a place quite

exchanging knowing glances

in their social circle-Grace, the lady who had spent years hopelessly devoted to Yancey, had finally won him, only to leave him for

recognize walked up to her with a glass

"Grace Lambert?"

frowned. She had no idea who

remarked, "So it's true, huh? You dumped Yancey,

it suddenly came back to her-she had seen this woman in some

had never forgiven her for what happened to

in public wasn't exactly a

and hurled the wine straight at

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

last, the wine hit Jodie

everyone's attention snapped toward

"Jodie, are

Daphne had come at Grace. Clearly, it was Jodie who had sent

gaze fixed on Grace

turned to walk away, ready to get back to her