Evelyn's POV
He looked at me with a clear warning in his eyes.
“Don’t start something here,” he murmured.
For a second, I just stared at him.
Not because of what he said—but because of the sheer normalcy of his tone. As if the problem were me. As if that entire round of public humiliation hadn’t just happened.
I almost laughed.
Before I could react, Grace waved a hand impatiently.
“That’s enough.” Her voice was cool. “Since you’re back, go do what you’re supposed to do. I don’t want to see this kind of embarrassing behavior again.”
With that, she turned and walked away without another glance—decisive and efficient, like she’d just dealt with a minor inconvenience cluttering her path.
The nearby onlookers quickly dispersed. Music swelled again. Laughter and clinking glasses filled
