Evie's POV
Tristan turned to Paul, a new resolve in his eyes. "I'm not going," he said, his voice firm. "Evie's right. I need to focus on my career. Before I lose everything I've worked for, everything I care about."
Paul’s smile was easy, almost too easy. He leaned back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms. “Oh, I didn’t realize Evie was in control of your life now, Tristan,” he drawled, his gaze flicking to me, sharp and assessing. “And since when did a party ever harm a career? If anything, it’ll show people you’re still relatable, still human.”
I started to speak, something about optics, about public perception, but Paul cut me off with a dismissive wave. “Don’t you worry about it, sweetheart. This is between me and Tristan.”
Just then, Tommy bounded down the stairs, a b
