Chapter 18

Inside Jenvil's most exclusive private club, the air shimmered with elegance—fine gowns, polished shoes, and champagne flutes clinking softly amidst murmured conversations. The moment Sebastian walked in with Jasmine on his arm, the room shifted. All eyes turned to them. "Is that the Lane family's heiress?" "I heard she just returned from Horinton and will marry Mr. Campbell soon." "She's stunning. No wonder she's the Lane family's heiress." Whispers swirled around them like smoke, but Jasmine stayed poised. Her hand rested gracefully on Sebastian's arm, and her lips curved in a polite smile. "Are you nervous?" he asked softly. She shook her head. "I've been worse." He chuckled. "As expected of my fiancée." There was unmistakable pride in Christopher's voice. His easy praise sent a flicker of warmth through her chest. … Midway through the banquet, a sudden stir rippled through the entrance. Jasmine turned toward the commotion, and her pupils contracted sharply. Lynette stru