Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2594

“I can’t go with you—it’d just be a waste of time anyway.” Eugene shrugged. “No worries, though. Actually, my cousin was grumbling in our family chat last night about not getting tickets to the concert. I was selfish and didn’t offer her mine, but I’ll call her now and let her have them.”

“That works. I’ll head out, then,” Sylvia replied.

“Where are you meeting your client? I can drive you!” Eugene offered quickly.

“No need, really. I’m pressed for time. Go deliver those tickets to your cousin—I’ll just grab a cab.”

“At least text me when you get there. Call me if anything comes up.”

“I will!”

Sylvia answered with a warm smile and flagged down a taxi, disappearing into the late afternoon traffic.

Once she was gone, Eugene pulled out his phone and called his cousin, Gladys Winters, asking if she was still interested in going to the concert—he had tickets.

Gladys was thrilled. “How many tickets do you have?” she asked eagerly.

“Two,” Eugene replied.

“Cousin, thank you! Seriously, thank you so much! I owe you dinner!”

Eugene laughed. “Come on, no need to be so formal with family. Where are you? I’ll bring the tickets over.”

Gladys was out shopping and sent him her location.

Eugene couldn’t resist teasing, “You sound excited—going with a boyfriend?”

“No, nothing like that! Just a good friend,” Gladys replied.

She wasn’t lying. She really wasn’t going with a boyfriend. She’d recently met a new friend, someone she got along with remarkably well, and she knew her friend came from a family of artists. The concert was just a chance to impress them—Gladys herself wasn’t even that interested in classical music.

Eugene and Gladys weren’t especially close, so he didn’t pry further. He hung up and set off to deliver the tickets.

Sylvia followed her inside and immediately spotted Gabriel sitting on the couch.

He saw her too. Their eyes met briefly before both looked away, as if they were strangers.

Estelle strolled over from the terrace, her smile gentle. “Sylvia!”

“Estelle!” Sylvia replied, her own smile softening.

The room was crowded—Magdalen had clearly invited everyone she could think of.

One by one the others greeted Sylvia. Carson Foster joked, “Ms. Jarvis, you’re a legend in the industry—it takes someone with real pull, like Ms. Sampson, to get you out!”

Sylvia laughed warmly. “I’m not hard to get, I promise. Mr. Foster, if you ever have business for me, no matter what I’m doing, I’ll show up within half an hour.”

Carson grinned. “No wonder everyone says you’re so dedicated! Next time I need something, you’ll be the first person I call.”