Chapter 61

Alice was so furious her chest heaved with every sharp breath. She shot a murderous glare at Grace, who stood in the middle of the crowd. Ethan was right next to Grace. His presence was imposing and ice-cold. No one dared to stand in front of him, so they all lingered behind. With Grace at his side, they looked like the perfect pair. Alice's hand, which was hanging at her side, slowly curled into a fist. She could taste blood in her mouth. She had once sworn to take away every ounce of happiness that belonged to Grace. But now, all anyone could do was sing Grace's praises while she was nothing more than a bitter fool on the sidelines. Quentin stood beside her, keeping up his air of self-importance as he waited for Grace to come over and acknowledge him. But the photo session was nearly done, the reporters were packing up, and Grace still hadn't spared him so much as a glance. Quentin was on the verge of losing his cool when someone asked, "Quentin, aren't you going to say somethin