At that moment Lady Willow's chest tightened with frustration as her thoughts raced. Just imagine the audacity of it, she fumed inwardly. Mark, of all people, handing over something as rare and valuable as a golden invitation to Cecilia and this little brat? What madness is this? Her teeth clenched as she recalled how Cecilia had abandoned him when he was at his lowest, how she vanished when he needed someone the most. And now, suddenly, she returned, bold, arrogant, and with a child at her side. And Mark, instead of rejecting her, seemed to be running straight back into her arms.
Grace, still young and impressionable, shook her head in disbelief. "If this is true… if Mark really gave them that card, then what's the meaning of all this? What is he trying to prove?" she muttered. The jealousy in her voice was raw, but beneath it was fear the fear of losing everything they had been scheming for.
