Regret Came Too Late

At precisely 7:00 pm, Grace arrived at the entrance of the charity gala with an invitation in hand.

As she stepped out of the car, she noticed Jodie, who was dressed to the nines.

Jodie didn't expect to run into Grace here, as she thought Grace wouldn't have an invitation.

Grace didn't greet her. She handed her invitation to a staff member and walked inside with poise.

She was wearing a more understated look tonight-a black sequin skirt with a mermaid silhouette paired with a silk blouse that cinched at her waist.

Jodie stood still for a moment. Instead of storming off to cause Grace trouble, she called Yancey.

"Are you sure you don't want to come, Yancey? I just saw Grace at the gala," she said.

Something unreadable flickered in Yancey's gaze before a small smile tugged at his lips.

"I'm on my way. Jodie, leave her alone."

It seemed like every man on earth was under Grace's spell, and that was what Jodie hated the most.

She smiled insincerely. "Of course."

After hanging up the call, her gaze turned icy as she looked toward where Grace

had gone. Then, she called her bodyguard.

make sure Grace was

lights, clinking glasses, and

recall ever being in a place

exchanging knowing glances before whispering behind their

in their social circle-Grace, the lady who had spent years hopelessly devoted

her target of the evening when a woman she didn't recognize walked up to

"Grace Lambert?"

frowned. She had no

breath and remarked, "So it's true,

face, and it suddenly came back to her-she had seen this woman

her for what happened

a jab in public wasn't

her glass and hurled the

seen it coming. She sidestepped in time just as Jodie was stepping through the

wine

just like that, everyone's attention snapped toward

"Jodie,

had come at Grace. Clearly, it

her gaze fixed on Grace with

away, ready to get back to