Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Both Timothy and Sheila stood up to greet Ines.

Jessica's mind flashed back to the call Timothy had answered earlier. She hadn't realized the guest he invited was Ines-if she'd known, she would have made any excuse to avoid this dinner. Now, with her former mentor right here, there was no way out. Not getting up would look like outright disrespect.

She tried to steady herself, drawing a deep breath before she rose to her feet and turned around.

"Ines, right this way," she said, her voice a little shaky.

Timothy, ever the gentleman, gestured gracefully for Ines to join them.

But Ines paused, her gentle gaze meeting Jessica's eyes, which shimmered with the threat of tears.

For a long moment, teacher and student simply looked at each other.

Jessica suddenly pressed a hand over her mouth, unable to hold back a sob.

no idea

eyes had

said softly, her

entirely. She took a shaky step forward, then threw herself into Ines's arms, silent, unable even to call out for

She felt utterly useless.

smiling through tears of her own. "Oh, you silly girl, what's all this crying

quickly reached into her handbag and dabbed at Jessica's tears with a handkerchief. "You're a mother now, you know-no more

Jessica's hand, leading her to the table

"Ines, have you

nodded, glancing over at Timothy with a warm smile. "President Lawson, I never would have guessed Jessica married you. At that art convention—the very first stop―I gave your son that animated painting of The Grand Canal in Venice. I had no idea it would end up

its original owner?" Sheila's face drained of color, disbelief etched in her

deep gaze lingered

Ines's side, resigned. Now that Ines was here, there was no way to keep secrets. She couldn't find the words to explain