Jessica raised her glass. “Timothy, to you.”
After leaving the restaurant, Jessica got into Rebecca’s car. “Timothy is like… the wind,” she mused.
“What do you mean?”
“You can’t grasp him. He’s too ethereal.”
“Take a guess at how old he is,” Rebecca said with a grin.
“Twenty-five?” Jessica ventured.
Rebecca shook her head. “Thirty-seven.”
Jessica’s eyes widened in astonishment. “But he looks so young!”
“I was just as shocked when I found out,” Rebecca chuckled. “He could walk down the street in a white shirt and pass for a high school student.”
“That’s incredible,” Jessica said, a touch of envy in her voice. “But he seems so sad, like a little prince, so pure and untouched.”
Rebecca changed the subject. “You have that wedding to go to the day after tomorrow, right?”
Jessica nodded with a grimace. “Willie Brown’s wedding.”
“A person’s true nature can be hidden for a year, even ten, but not forever,” Rebecca said. “It’s better that Lillian saw the truth sooner rather than later. At least now she’s free to do what she loves. That’s something, isn’t it?”
Jessica managed a small, optimistic smile. “You’re right.”
A few moments later, Jessica felt a sudden chill run down her back. She spun around to see Melissa Gates smiling sweetly at her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Melissa cooed, holding an empty wine glass. “I was just having a drink and I accidentally spilled it all over you. You’re not mad, are you?”
Jessica was wearing a pale blue dress. A large, dark stain of red wine now marred the fabric, with smaller splatters dotting the hem. It looked awful.
“Of course not,” Jessica replied with a serene smile.
Melissa frowned, confused.
Before she could react, Jessica snatched a glass of champagne from a nearby table and flung its contents directly into Melissa’s face.

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