Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 398

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.

Tonight, she would make sure Grace was utterly humiliated.

It was a picture-perfect gala—flashing lights, clinking glasses, and scents of perfume in the air.

Grace couldn't recall ever being in a place quite like this.

Several familiar faces spotted her, exchanging knowing glances before whispering behind their glasses.

The story was common knowledge in their social circle—Grace, the lady who had spent years hopelessly devoted to Yancey, had finally won him, only to leave him for an unknown waiter.

Grace was scanning the crowd for her target of the evening when a woman she didn't recognize walked up to her with a glass in her hand. She eyed Grace disdainfully, then let out a scoff.

"Grace Lambert?"

Jodie shook her head lightly, her gaze fixed on Grace with undisguised contempt.

Grace smirked and turned to walk away, ready to get back to her actual objective.

Just then, Jodie spoke. "There's more to your brother's story than you think. You're missing someone important—you haven't found them yet."

Grace froze and turned to look at Jodie.

Jodie arched a brow, lips tugging into a sly smile.

"There's no way you'll guess who it is. If you want to know, come upstairs with me."

Grace laughed. "Do I look that naive to you, Ms. Henderson?"

Upstairs? When there was obviously a setup? She would have to be out of her mind.

Jodie gave a short, cold laugh. "Whatever. I'm going to change, so suit yourself."