How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 848

Maurice Nilsson and his companions stood not far off, chatting quietly among themselves.

Glancing at his watch, Maurice frowned in confusion. “It’s almost time—where’s the VIP? Shouldn’t they be here by now?”

Joseph Delacroix said nothing. His lips were pressed together, his expression a tangled knot of emotions.

Maurice scanned the crowd. By now, plenty of young heirs and society darlings had arrived, their designer shoes barely making a sound on the marble floor.

He could even catch snippets of hushed gossip nearby.

“I’m telling you, this whole wedding is just the Silverstein family putting on a show for Elodie,” one socialite muttered, twisting her lips in disdain.

Her friend chimed in, “Oh, I know what you’re thinking. Everyone knows Mr. Silverstein never wanted to make this Mrs. Silverstein public—anyone can see he’s not that into her. If they didn’t throw this wedding, it’d look like he didn’t care at all. But now that Elodie’s background is so impressive, they had to throw her a bone.”

“I bet Mr. Silverstein could easily do better than Elodie if he wanted,” another scoffed. “I’d wager this whole spectacle was Elodie’s idea, just to save face.”

“And look how over-the-top it is—inviting the press, the whole nine yards! It’s obvious, isn’t it? She just doesn’t want anyone saying Mr. Silverstein doesn’t value her.”

Truth be told, most of the guests harbored similar thoughts, though only the younger, more impulsive ones dared to whisper them out loud. They figured everyone was thinking the same thing, so what harm was there in voicing it?

“Ms. Thorne’s got both brains and beauty—what, are you all out of real gossip?” Naylor Whitaker sauntered over just in time to catch their conversation. He shot the group a scornful look, his tone sharp with contempt.

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