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 called

would make sure Grace was

clinking glasses, and scents of perfume in

recall ever being in a place quite like

spotted her, exchanging knowing

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

didn't recognize walked up to her with a glass in her hand. She

"Grace Lambert?"

frowned. She had no idea who

to take offense at that. She drew a sharp breath and remarked, "So it's true,

suddenly came back to her-she had seen this woman in some old industry. background reports. She was from the

forgiven her for what happened to Eleanor all

a jab in public wasn't

raised her glass and hurled the

sidestepped in time just as Jodie was

the wine hit

everyone's attention snapped toward the

was stunned. "Jodie, are you

had come at Grace. Clearly,

gaze fixed

away, ready to