She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 100

Helga looked up at the room, suddenly wondering if there was a hidden camera in her own bedroom too.

An overwhelming wave of nausea rose in her throat. She stumbled into the bathroom, gagging violently.

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Recently, orders at Evegrace had stabilized. To reward the team, Shera sent a message in the group chat, organizing a dinner for the evening.

The venue was a terrace restaurant not far from the studio.

There were fifteen employees in total. With three unable to make it, a party of twelve attended.

Zena had booked a long table early on. It overlooked the river, boasting a spectacular view.

The weather in May was mild, and the evening breeze blowing off the river brought a refreshing chill to the shore.

Everyone came over together after work. Shera had to finish revising a design, so she told them to head over first.

Just as she was leaving, she got a call from Rhys. Hearing they were having a team dinner, he insisted on treating everyone, so they arrived together.

Besides Zena, none of the studio staff knew about Shera and Caden's history. So when Rhys showed up, a wave of eager gossip immediately washed over the table.

"Shera, sit in the middle."

The new front desk guy was a chubby, outgoing guy named Leo. With a great sense of humor, his arrival had drastically improved the studio's atmosphere.

Seeing Shera, he quickly pushed her toward the center seat.

"Move, move, show some tact. Don't you see Shera brought a guest? Make some room!"

Prompted by this, the young girl sitting there quickly covered her mouth with a laugh and slid over.

Shera offered an awkward smile and introduced Rhys to the group.

It wasn't until someone mentioned the Ryland Group that everyone realized the man standing before them was the CEO of the company. The rowdy, teasing atmosphere immediately died down.

Rhys looked at her. Shera smiled faintly. "I guess people just change depending on the phase of life they're in."

When she was a kid, Shera was a total extrovert. Growing up in their neighborhood, she was the ringleader who constantly corralled the younger kids into playing house.

Back then, Rhys rarely spoke, so she would make him sit on a stone stool on the sidelines and pretend to be the dad.

She said that a lot of dads were just like him—silent, with a stern face.

In the fourth grade, she became the head of her student council. After parading her badge around the school, she went door-to-door in their neighborhood to show it off. Her father would send Rhys to call her home for dinner, but she refused to leave.

Her dad used to joke, "Looks like the Jewell family finally produced an official."

Rhys remembered she was still outgoing in high school. At the senior farewell party, she and Xenia had performed a comedy skit that had the audience roaring with laughter.

When her exam results came out and she got accepted into the Aurelia Academy of Fine Arts' design program, she said that after her summer camp, she wanted him to take her on a tour of the campus. She wanted to see what her home for the next four years would look like.