Weeks later, Jenna and Laila prepared for their first public jewelry showcase. The McDonald mansion's garden, rare and serene, was the venue. Jenna arranged her pieces carefully, from delicate earrings to bold emerald necklaces, each reflecting her journey from fear to determination.
Richard watched from a distance, his expression unreadable. His usual stoicism softened as he saw Jenna interact with customers, confident and radiant. For the first time, he realized she wasn't just collateral — she was remarkable in her own right.
Diana, predictably, appeared uninvited, glaring from the sidelines. Richard's protective instincts flared. A subtle touch on Jenna's arm, a quiet guiding hand, made it clear to everyone — she was under his watch. Jenna's cheeks flushed, but she focused on her work. The subtle acknowledgment of Richard's attention thrilled her, even as she kept her composure.
The showcase ended with compliments and promises from prospective buyers. Jenna smiled genuinely, feeling the first taste of professional success. Yet, the shadow of Diana's envy remained, a reminder that peace was always temporary.