Time seemed to cease. Janice's and Olivia's beauty was too surreal to be true.

One of them was like a flower blooming in spring while the other was like the moon in fall.

Kenneth's fingers tightened around his wine glass. It felt like a dream to him. He began doubting if that was the Janice he knew.

Countless images of Janice smashing items and her anguish screams played in his mind. His memories of her had always been of her begging him not to go or her scolding and humiliating Jessica.

Now, her cold gaze swept across the crowd like that of a superior woman. It didn't stay on him for a second.

It was so unfamiliar that it seemed like they were strangers.

On the other hand, Darrell was staring at Olivia in a daze. He was aware of how pretty she was, but he didn't expect her to turn into a belle in that minimalistic dress.

As she looked at everyone with an indifferent gaze, she ignited his sense of competitiveness for some reason.

The three's appearance drew everyone's attention.

Janice