Evelyn's POV
“Seven o’clock. You’re the daughter-in-law of the Langford family, and you’re not here ahead of time, not even prepared, yet you’re telling me you’re busy?”
Her voice dropped, sharper.
“Get here. Now.”
Click.
The line went dead.
No room for a response. No opportunity to play the obedient daughter-in-law.
I stared at the dark screen for two seconds, then rolled my eyes. To her, the most important “career” in human history was probably that dinner.
I glanced at the time.
18:04.
…Damn.
I’d actually lost track.
Still that tone, like she was training a dog.
I mentally added it to her list of offenses while already pulling off my gloves, grabbing my bag, heading for the car.
From the rescue center to downtown, about forty minutes. If I skipped washing up, I could techn
