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.

brooch at the front desk, then went up to Jessica's room. He rang the bell, but no

he was about to call Jessica, a housekeeper emerged from a

you looking

"Yes."

leave about half an

phone back into his pocket and

By the time Timothy had

her off in the parking lot outside the stadium. As she was about to get out,

car.

wanting to run into them, Jessica stayed

early-there was no way Timothy and Sheila had just arrived today. They must have come in last

help, all he'd given

soft beige cashmere sweater 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 with tiny diamonds, sparkling fiercely in

It was blinding.

figures had blurred into the crowd did Jessica finally pay her fare and get out of the cab. She pulled her