Sorry for Your Loss It's Me I'm the Loss novel Chapter 761

A breeze swept through the cemetery, rustling the pines by Mr. Cooper’s headstone, as if he were silently bidding them farewell.

The Thompson family's banquet was held on the weekend at their estate. Besides the Thompsons and company shareholders, they had also invited the political and business elite of Istra.

This was Yvonne’s first time attending a banquet as Mrs. Bennett Thompson. She wore a haute couture gown Emma had prepared for her—a limited-edition, handcrafted piece. The pure white dress was impeccably tailored, its design exuding an air of dignified elegance, adorned with natural pearls and gems that made it utterly magnificent.

After so many years as the matriarch of the Thompson family, Emma was accustomed to a life of luxury, and her gestures were always grand.

Yvonne stood before the full-length mirror, gazing at her reflection. It was the first time she’d ever felt like she was wearing an entire mansion—a weighty, wonderful feeling.

“You look beautiful today,” Bennett said, walking up and embracing her from behind.

He was dressed in a black, vintage-style suit. In the mirror, their figures intertwined, looking like a couple truly made for each other.

“Don’t we make a perfect pair?” he asked with a low chuckle.

Yvonne’s cheeks flushed slightly as she gently pushed him away.

“The banquet has already started. Shouldn’t we go out?”

Bennett replied, “There’s no rush. The most important people, of course, make the last entrance.”

With that, Bennett took Yvonne’s hand and placed it in the crook of his arm. “Let’s go, Mrs. Thompson. It’s time for our debut.”

“Alright,” Yvonne said, her lovely, fox-like eyes curving as she took his arm and they walked into the ballroom together.

The ballroom was already teeming with guests.

Yet, the moment Bennett and Yvonne appeared, they became the center of attention. All eyes fell on Yvonne, making her feel even more watched than she had at the Starlight Awards.

“Mr. Bennett Thompson.”

“Mr. Bennett Thompson, Mrs. Thompson, congratulations.”

“Wishing you both a happy marriage and may you have children soon.”

“Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. Bennett Thompson.”

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Yvonne felt like a rare animal on display and was completely ill at ease. Perhaps she was just an ordinary person at heart, unable to enjoy being the center of attention.

Bennett clearly noticed her discomfort and smoothly came to her rescue. “Alright, everyone, please don’t stare at my wife so intently. She’s young and gets shy easily. Besides, she’s an actress and needs to focus on her career. We’re keeping our marriage private for now, so we’ll need all of your help to keep it a secret.”

The crowd chuckled and offered a few more pleasantries before dispersing.