Chapter 820



‘I don’t know her name, but she’s so pretty and wonderful!

She’s soft and kind, and she has children.

She even invited me to her house to play with them.

She was so kind!’

His voice softened as he remembered Kallie’s warmth.

Jake smiled, delighted by Jeanette’s enthusiasm.

The image of Kallie crossed his mind, as something in Jeanette’s description reminded him of Kallie’s kind spirit.

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

After all, Lacey knew Kallie was his wife.

If Kallie had attended the party, Lacey would no doubt have recognized and informed her.

Jake stroked Jeanette’s head, his voice comforting.

‘Okay, I think I have a pretty good idea who this lady might be.

I’ll do my best to find her and I promise I’ll let you know as soon as I do.’

Jeanette’s mood changed, her earlier sadness giving way to a bright, confident smile.

She began to enthusiastically describe the vivid scenes of the party, her hands gesturing animatedly as she painted a vivid picture of twinkling lights, swirling dresses and laughter that seemed to fill every corner.

She remarked that the event was grander than any festival or fair she had ever seen.

As he listened to her, Jake couldn’t help a twinge of nostalgia for his own children, their laughter and smiles suddenly clear in his mind, reminding him of what he missed most.

Meanwhile, across town, Lacey was growing increasingly restless, sitting in a quiet corner of the café, looking anxiously towards the door.

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s．𝒸𝗈𝗺 brings magic to life It had been almost two hours since she had arrived.

She absently stirred her now cold coffee just as the door finally opened and Sarah walked in.

Sarah’s entrance made everyone look.

She wore bright, almost garish colours and layers of vibrant fabrics that seemed to overwhelm her slender frame, giving her an awkward, mismatched appearance.

Her make-up was in bold tones, at odds with her pale skin.

People passing by looked at Sarah curiously, even judgmentally, some quickly averting their eyes, while others whispered among themselves.

Under the disapproving gaze of those present, Sarah’s arrogance faded, and for a moment she lowered her head, feeling self conscious.

She sat across from Lacey, her expression tense with frustration.

Lacey watched Sarah with a mixture of sympathy and doubt.

She considered pointing out that Sarah’s choice of attire was not particularly flattering, but preferred to avoid hurting her feelings.

Instead, she offered a polite smile and extended her hand.

‘Hello, Miss Miller.’

Sarah crossed her arms, her posture tensing as she responded to Lacey’s gesture with a curt retort.

‘A handshake? And by what right do you assume you can extend such familiarity?’

Surprised by Sarah’s scathing tone, Lacey’s face reflected a brief expression of shock.

She recalled their earlier encounter at Cody’s, who had shown no signs of such haughtiness.

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