The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 865

Despite harboring a secret crush on Elio for many years, Candice knew deep down that a romantic relationship between them was utterly impossible.

From a moral standpoint, her unrequited love was destined to remain hidden forever.

Therefore, Candice never dared to entertain the hope of getting close to Elio, let alone indulge in her silly fantasies.

Instead, she accepted the reality of keeping this clandestine affection buried deep within her heart for her whole life.

After grappling with her emotions, Candice eventually retreated to her room. Closing the door behind her, she settled back into bed, hoping to find solace in the prospect of peaceful sleep.

However, rest evaded Candice that night, her sleep was disturbed and she felt uneasy.

The next morning, Elio remained trapped in the grip of his hangover, unaware of the world waking around him.

Meanwhile, Candice had already gotten up and joined Sadie and Emerson, as they made their way to the event venue.

The space had been meticulously prepared, with the runway set up and ready for the highly anticipated fashion show of the season.

With the significant moment approaching, everyone worked diligently to ensure every detail was flawless before the show began.

In the backstage lounge, a man with an authoritative presence gestured toward Candice and asked, "Who's that?"

However, as he attempted to speak further, his words faltered. "You... You..."

Surprised, Candice pointed to herself. "Me? Are you referring to me?"

"Yes, you! Which department are you from?" the man inquired.

Candice nodded politely. "I work in the design department."

"I haven't seen you around," the man remarked.

"I'm new. I'm from the headquarters," Candice explained.

"I see. Well, could you do us a favor and grab some coffee?" the man instructed.

Taken aback by the request, Candice couldn't help but express her surprise. "Me? Go get coffee?"

The man's frown deepened as he gestured to the bustling room. "We're all swamped, and it seems like you have the least on your plate. If not you, then who?"

Seeing the logic behind his request, Candice acquiesced. After all, it was just a quick errand to fetch a few cups of coffee.

"Alright, how many cups do you need?" she inquired.

Pointing toward the crowd, the man instructed, "Count how many people are here, and make sure there's enough for everyone."

Following the man's directives, Candice surveyed the room.