Chapter 43

The evening's esteemed hosts, the Fosters, had made their entrance.

Evangeline, stunning in a black gown that made her porcelain skin glow, walked hand-in-hand with James. She was a vision, her figure and poise conjuring images of an enchantress from a fairy tale. The necklace she wore, with its massive blue gemstone flanked by diamonds, was a showstopper, leaving women in awe.

James, her companion, was the epitome of sophistication in his wine-red designer suit and gold-rimmed glasses, his handsome features rivaling the heartthrobs of Hollywood.

Together, they were a breathtaking pair, stealing the show effortlessly.

Julia's aura paled in comparison, and her envy boiled over. Why did Evangeline always have to outshine her?

"Walt, look, isn't that Evangeline? What's she doing with the Fosters?" taunted Julia, noticing Walter's displeasure.

A chilling dread settled over Walter.

So James was a Foster after all. That explained his confidence and audacity to challenge Walter head-on