Jerica blinked, pulling herself back to the present. The gala. She understood Lila's excitement though. It was a high-profile event thanks to the few A-list celebrities being the patron who attend. The gala created news each year.
Jerica hadn't attended in years, not since her mother's passing. For her, it was just another reminder of everything she had tried to escape. The thought of returning to that world, where everyone still praised her mother and spoke of her like she was some sort of saint, was unbearable.
Some people who knew her mother for who she was, hated her and showed it to her. After her mother's death, Jerica didn't want to be a part of that world anymore. She inherited the foundation as it was written clearly in her mother's will. Jerica didn't have the strength to handle it and appointed people to look after the foundation and all the charity work.
Jerica for now was just the Honorary Head of the Foundation.
