Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 400

On Halloween, Yvonne was at the Istra Television station for their year-end gala, performing a festive holiday song on stage with two other singers.

After the show, Yvonne had just stepped out of the station when she received a call from Monica.

Knowing her performance was over, Monica invited her over for dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Moore were there, and Mrs. Moore had personally cooked a feast, including homemade beef and celery ravioli.

Yvonne's private car was waiting outside the station. After getting in, she gave the driver the Jones family's address.

Half an hour later, the car pulled into the Jones' small courtyard.

Monica, having heard the car, was already coming out to greet her.

"Yvonne's back! Come in, quick, it's cold out here," Monica called, waving from the doorway.

For a moment, Yvonne felt transported back to her youth, when no matter how late she came home, her mother would always leave a light on for her.

Monica's hand was warm, too, as she led Yvonne inside.

The temperature had dropped for the holiday, and the cold outside was enough to make one's hands and feet go numb. But inside the Jones' house, the heating was on full blast, making it as warm as spring.

Yvonne was still in the fishtail gown from her performance, her makeup flawless, with only a fur coat thrown over it.

Upon entering, Yvonne took off her coat and handed it to the housekeeper.

"Well, well, look who it is! Our big star is back. Let me get a good look at you," Mrs. Moore said, walking out from the kitchen with a smile, still wearing her apron from making ravioli.

"You're even prettier in person than on TV."

"Mrs. Moore," Yvonne said sweetly. "Mrs. Jones told me you were making ravioli. Do you need any help? I'm quite good at it."

Yvonne had always loved fashion, and spoiled by her parents and Bennett, she had more clothes each season than she could ever wear. Many still had the tags on.

"These were all yours, never even worn. They're older styles, though, so I hope you don't mind," Monica said.

"You always had good taste. These clothes are still in style," Yvonne replied with a smile, picking out a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with rhinestones.

She changed, removed her makeup, and tied her long hair into a simple ponytail. The look instantly made her appear younger, like a high school student brimming with youthful energy.

After changing, she went downstairs with Monica.

In the living room, Bruce and Mr. Moore had finished several games of chess. Bruce had lost every single one and was ready to throw in the towel.

"That's it, that's it. You should just let Bennett play with you," Mr. Moore said, waving his hands in surrender.