Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Yeah, that's fine."

Timothy's tone was cool and detached.

Sheila lowered her eyes, a hint of disappointment flickering across her face. "If you think there's anything that needs fixing, just let me know. There's still time to make changes."

"Don't overthink it," he replied. "There's nothing wrong. Honestly, it's flawless."

Her skill and talent spoke for themselves-most people couldn't have pulled off something this impressive. Some things, like talent and intuition, just can't be learned through hard work alone.

Sheila finally felt her mood start to lift.

She smiled. "Timothy, why don't we get our things together and head over to the expo? Is that okay?"

Timothy glanced at his watch and nodded.

Together, they left the house and headed for the hotel where Jessica was staying. On the way, Timothy called the local branch office to have a car sent over.

The night before, he'd arranged for the boutique he frequented to deliver a few suits for him. He'd booked Sheila a separate room and asked her to bring their luggage upstairs, while he waited for her in the lobby.

at the front desk, then went up to Jessica's room. He rang the

to call Jessica,

you looking for the guest in this

"Yes."

her leave about half

his phone back into his pocket and thanked

just stepped into the elevator when the driver called he was already waiting outside the hotel. By the time Timothy had collected the car, Sheila came

morning for breakfast at a nearby café, then took a cab to the expo center. The taxi dropped her off in the parking lot outside the stadium. As

car.

them, Jessica stayed put in

Sheila had just arrived

when she'd reached out to Timothy for help, all he'd given her was a phone call and

today, with the swan brooch pinned to her chest. Jessica recognized it from the photos she'd seen-the wings of the swan were encrusted

It was blinding.

the crowd did Jessica finally pay her fare and get out of the cab. She pulled her mask up, pressed the brim of her sunhat down low, and made her way toward