The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 182

The party was set to kick off at eleven, but by the time Evelyn pulled up to the Jenkins' place at half-past nine, the driveway was jam-packed with luxury cars. This was no ordinary gathering; it was a who's who of the Capital, with nearly every significant figure present and media outlets already stationed in the interview zone. Not too long ago, Charles had rented out Disney for his daughter's birthday bash. Even though Dahlia and Charlie stayed out of the limelight during the fireworks display, it was a clear nod to their presence in his life.

Today's shindig was Charles' way of officially acknowledging Dahlia and her daughter in front of the world. This kind of lavish affair was rare even among the city's elite families.

Evelyn, still in her car, took in the grandeur of it all with a cold detachment. When it came to Dahlia and her daughter, Charles spared no effort to ensure they were treated like royalty, going out of his way to give them nothing but the best.

While Charles and Patrick were busy greeting the VIPs, Charles checked his watch, excused himself, and slipped away. Everyone knew this event wasn't just about Dahlia's debut as the future wife of Charles'. It was also about formally adding Charles' daughter, Sandy, to the family tree.

As Charles and Patrick made their exit, Evelyn stepped out of her car and headed inside. Having spent much of her life around the Jenkins estate, she knew her way around and managed to weave through the crowd from a side entrance.

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Dahlia was dressed to impress, standing proudly with Sandy at the top of the staircase, soaking in the spectacle below. It had taken seven long years, but her moment had finally arrived. After today, everyone in the Capital would know that Dahlia was Charles' officially recognized fiancée, the woman he adored and the future lady of the Jenkins household.

Mrs. Jenkins would be firmly hers. Everything was unfolding perfectly, with one minor regret-Evelyn wasn't there to

could only dream about. It was a

...

down the stairs with Sandy in tow. "Charles, Patrick," she greeted.

upon learning Evelyn had given birth to a girl as he had always preferred sons. However, Dahlia had promised Patrick she'd give the Jenkins family plenty of boys once she was with

a slightly pouty Sandy, and she instantly beamed

...

elders were

arrow, aware that having her name written in that hefty book meant she was

elevated and untouchable.

Their dad didn't recognize her. Sandy was the only daughter he acknowledged and cherished. Charlie was a

anyone, least of all Charlie, vie

Jenkins by marriage, so she stood on the sidelines as tradition dictated, watching every moment unfold. The

following Dahlia's instructions to