Chapter 211 Fulfilling One's Duty
Jealousy flickered in Juliet Weaver's eyes.
She had naturally heard of Methylene Blue, a powerhouse conglomerate known for its work in graphic novels to blockbuster films, staffed by the elite in every field.
They meticulously selected interviewees, featuring them in their exclusive magazine.
But why?
Why bestow such honor upon Grace?
Was it just because she wanted to ride Grace's coattails on the red carpet?
Now, this opportunity was hers?
That was so unfair!
In contrast, Grace had achieved extraordinary recognition.
While Juliet, for just a hint of fame, might even face the scorn of her own fans!
Juliet's emotions whirled within her, but she quickly regained her composure.
"First off, congratulations to Grace."
Grace huffed softly but warmed up a bit to Juliet's demeanor.
"Thank you."
Glancing at the time, James spoke up, "I have a meeting to attend shortly. Grace, can you fill her in about the red carpet protocol?"
"Sure, James, don't worry, I've got it."
Once James had left, Grace turned to Juliet, "If you have any questions, just ask."
Instead of asking, Juliet lauded her, "Grace, you are stunningly beautiful, with such a fine presence. I was immediately taken aback when I first saw you."
"I'm sorry for not doing the right thing before."
Grace waved it off, "It's understandable you didn't know; let's forget about it."
Juliet nodded vigorously, pulling out an exquisite brocade box from her bag.
"I knew you were coming today, so I specially prepared a little gift for you, Grace. I hope you won't find it too modest; it's the thought that counts."
Grace didn't even take it.
After all, Juliet's standing was worlds apart from hers.
Anything Juliet could afford, Grace could as well—and more.
Whatever was out of Juliet's reach, Grace could still effortlessly acquire.
So, a trinket from Juliet scarcely caught her attention.
Juliet was well aware of this unspoken rule. In the face of such an affluent heiress, one should either not bother with gifts or ensure they're impressive enough to be appreciated.
"This is a limited-edition design by LuxeLure from the start of the year, with only ten pieces sold worldwide."
Grace's gaze snapped to the brocade box in her hands.
Spotting her interest, Juliet smiled lightly.
"Grace, please accept it."
Clearing her throat, Grace reached out, taking and opening the box to see.
It was authentic.
Having worn fine jewelry for years and being a long-term fan of LuxeLure, she'd purchased nearly every new release.
Grace could immediately tell—this was the real deal.
While Juliet Weaver was caught up filming, the perfect opportunity had gone by unnoticed.
Her gesture was like icing on an already delicious cake.
"I won't hold back then."
Few women could resist the allure of LuxeLure jewelry.
Juliet's hand recoiled with a pang of reluctance. That jewelry piece was the fruit of Wilber Gilbert's love, acquired after six months of patiently waiting in line during their most affectionate times. But now, more than the jewels, it was Grace's support that mattered the most.
"Juliet, you're such a sweetie," Grace finally gave Juliet her full attention, which contrasted with the deceptively aloof nature of Luann Weaver. People who tried to win her over were much preferred—Juliet Weaver was a prime example. Grace's first impression of her was fairly positive.
"Don't worry; since I've accepted your gift, I'll definitely help you out. Leave the red carpet to me," Grace reassured her with a pat on the hand.
A sweet smile spread across Juliet's face. "Great."
After a brief pause, she ventured, "May I invite Grace to dinner?"
"Of course, you may."
They ended up at a pricey restaurant where Juliet silently tallied the cost as Grace ordered.
Ever since her split from Wilber Gilbert, Juliet's finances had been tight. The Weavers were facing dire times, and even though her father adored her, there was no way he would condone reckless spending.
"I've picked mine, your turn," said Grace, passing over the menu.
With a hesitant glance at her dwindling bank balance, Juliet managed to order only soup.
"Is that all you're having?" Grace looked surprised.
"Mm-hm, I'm on a diet these days, Grace."
Grace acknowledged with a simple "Oh."
The meal arrived, and Grace ate at a leisurely pace. Juliet wanted to make conversation but struggled to find the right words. They were still strangers, after all. She never broached the subject of Luann Weaver.
When it was time to pay, Juliet rose to settle the bill.
"No need, miss. Table three is reserved for Grace—all charges go to her tab."
Grace caught up to Juliet, "Let's go."
Juliet bit her lip, "But I was supposed to treat you to dinner."
"It's not a big deal."
With a resigned sigh, Juliet's envy deepened. As they left the restaurant, Grace casually inquired, "So, you and Wilber Gilbert, were you two dating?"
Juliet Weaver murmured vaguely, "Yeah, we used to be together, but we've split up now."
Grace had already done her homework on the trio of Luann Weaver, Juliet Weaver, and Wilber Gilbert, thanks to the internet's grapevine.
She nodded, handing Juliet Weaver an invitation.
"There's a dinner party at my grandfather's in a couple of days. If you're free, you're welcome to swing by and liven things up."
"Really? That's awesome!"
Juliet hadn't expected such a stroke of luck. Only the most influential people received invites to Grace's dinner parties. Who knows, she might even snag a wealthy husband there.
"See you in a few days."
When Luann Weaver got wind from Myron Curtis, whom Grace had invited, she sensed something was amiss.
"Are you sure it was Grace herself who invited me?"
Myron nodded.
"Grace can't stand me. Why would she say that before Grandpa even spoke? There's definitely a catch," Luann said, curling her lip.
Myron grinned, lightly tousling her hair. "If you don't want to go, don't. I rarely attend these shindigs."
"Not going would just spoil Grace's plan, wouldn't it?" Luann mused, propping her chin on her hand. "If I keep dodging every move Grace makes, it won't solve anything."
That was always Luann's approach.
Besides, Grandpa seemed quite fond of Grace. Luann could skip the event, but it might leave Grandpa feeling a bit sour towards her. So, she might as well attend.
"Don't worry, I've got your back."
"I'm not scared. Do I look scared to you?" Luann said earnestly.
Myron leaned in closer.
"Let's have a closer look."
The crisp sound of a kiss filled the air. Myron chuckled low, about to continue when Eddy's call interrupted them.
