How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 165

Elodie hadn't expected this.

Of all the things that could have happened tonight, the biggest surprise at the gala turned out to be Ivan and Queenie announcing their engagement.

No wonder Queenie had asked her to stay until the end. Maybe she saw Elodie as part of Ivan's family—almost a sister—and wanted her there to offer her blessing.

Ivan stood at the front of the ballroom, looking out over the crowd with that effortless command he always carried. Even in the shifting play of lights, his gaze found Elodie, tucked away in the shadows of the second row.

She was surprised, he could tell. For a split second, her cool, beautiful features betrayed a flash of shock. But it was gone almost immediately, her expression smoothing back into calm indifference.

Ivan kept his eyes on her, something dark and turbulent in his stare.

Elodie looked back, her face unreadable, refusing to give him any reaction at all.

Finally, Ivan broke into a careless, rakish grin and pulled Queenie close. "Hosting this charity gala tonight is our way of sharing our good fortune. Once the engagement party is set, we hope you'll all join us."

Queenie blushed, practically melting against Ivan.

But Ivan's attention lingered on Elodie.

He'd wanted to see something on her face—shock, hurt, even anger.

But Elodie was just… calm.

He frowned, the movement so subtle no one noticed.

She wasn't supposed to be like this.

He knew her—had known her for more than a decade. Elodie could let go of many things, but when it came to him, he was the one wound she could never forget, never heal.

She cared. He was sure of it.

"Congratulations, Mr. Harcourt! You really have found yourself a gem!"

"Yes, Mr. Jett, you couldn't ask for a better son-in-law than Mr. Harcourt!"

Queenie's father beamed, accepting every congratulation with open arms.