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

he was about to call Jessica, a housekeeper

sir, are you looking for the guest

"Yes."

her leave about half an hour

his phone back into his pocket and thanked

waiting outside the hotel. By the time Timothy had collected the car, Sheila came downstairs with their luggage, and together

had left early that 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 she was about to get out, she spotted Timothy and

car.

run into them, Jessica stayed put in

had just arrived today.

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

chest. Jessica recognized it from

It was blinding.

after their figures had blurred into the crowd did Jessica finally pay her fare and get out of the cab. She pulled her mask up, pressed the brim of