Love is always elusive, insubstantial—a mist you can’t grasp. Only real power and wealth, the things you hold in your own hands, truly belong to you.
Cynthia wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes and nodded quietly against Juliet’s shoulder.
She murmured, “Juliet, who really gets through life without regrets or flaws? I’ve made my peace with it.”
The next morning.
When Cynthia woke, Juliet was already downstairs having breakfast.
As she came down the stairs, Cynthia noticed Juliet was still dressed in her work suit. She paused for a moment before speaking softly.
“Are you heading to the office this morning?”
Juliet nodded. “Yeah, I need to go in for a bit.”
“But today is…” Cynthia hesitated.
Today was Seymour Raynes’s engagement party.
Juliet glanced at her watch. Her expression was as calm as ever—no hint of sadness or disappointment, just the same steady composure she always carried.
“Once I finish up at work, I’ll head straight to the Raynes’ place.”
She set her arm down and looked up. “Are you going with Dominic, or…?”
Cynthia pressed her lips together and replied in a low voice, “Dominic said he’d pick me up.”
Juliet smiled gently, then reached into her bag, pulling out a business card and setting it on the table. “Why don’t you stop by for a makeover on your way there? You’ll be in the spotlight today.”
Cynthia walked over and picked up the card. It was Vernon Blake, the legendary stylist in their circle, known for his transformative work on countless celebrities at high-profile events.
He was a close friend of Juliet’s too.
And, more importantly, after making a name for himself, he’d openly shared about his personal life on social media.
Cynthia felt a tightness in her chest.
Juliet continued, her tone soft and reassuring, “When you get to the Raynes’, just stick close to Dominic. He’s an expert at navigating these events—The Tremaines’ issues will practically solve themselves with him there.”
“You’ll learn a lot from him.”
Cynthia, still feeling a bit down, nodded obediently.
Only then did Juliet finally turn away and leave.
Her stride was brisk and confident, just as it always was. Yet for some reason, Cynthia watched her go with a strange sense of loneliness.
After finishing her breakfast, Cynthia set out for her appointment. As she got into the car, she took the initiative to call Dominic.
“Mr. Holloway, I’m heading out now. Would it be alright if we meet at the Raynes’ place around eleven?”
Dominic replied almost instantly, “Step outside—I’m waiting at your front gate.”
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