Jennifer Sullivan changed into a fresh outfit in the spacious walk-in closet, her mind racing. The tension in the air was palpable as she carefully selected a light, elegant dress, hoping it would project an image of calm composure. She brushed her hair back into a sleek style and touched up her makeup, making sure she looked impeccable. Her reflection in the mirror showed a woman in control, but deep down, she knew the facade wouldn’t last long.
She knew full well that the incident of hitting Alexander Tyler wasn’t over. Alexander wasn’t the type to let things go easily, and Quentin Tyler, needing to keep up appearances, wouldn’t be able to help her either.
What’s meant to come will come. With a final glance at the mirror, she squared her shoulders, bracing herself for the inevitable co
