Juliette POV
It was a stressful day at work when my phone buzzed on the desk. I reached out to it and as I stared at the message on my phone, an overwhelming mix of emotions bubbled up inside me. Grace wanted to meet. A part of me wanted to ignore her request, to avoid stirring up memories I had buried long ago. But Grace wasn’t just anyone. She was the one person who stood by me when my world fell apart.
Back then, when Harrison had left me at the altar and my name became synonymous with scandal, Grace had been there. She had held me as I cried, whispering words of comfort when no one else dared to be seen with me. While the media had painted me as a gold digger, and society branded me a slum girl with delusions of grandeur, Grace had defended me. She had treated me like family when her
