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

she

would make sure

clinking glasses, and

recall ever being in

knowing glances

who had spent years hopelessly devoted to Yancey,

her target of the evening when a woman she didn't recognize walked up to her with a glass in her hand. She eyed Grace disdainfully, then let out

"Grace Lambert?"

She had no idea who this

offense at that. She drew a sharp breath and remarked, "So it's true, huh? You dumped Yancey, and now you

had seen this woman in some old industry. background reports. She was from the

for what happened to Eleanor all those

a jab in public wasn't

her glass and hurled the wine straight

sidestepped in time

wine hit

everyone's

"Jodie, are

Daphne had come at

gaze fixed on Grace with undisguised

walk away, ready to get