Evelyn's POV
Before I could respond, a voice rose from the center of the hall, drawing the room’s attention like a spotlight snapping into place.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the host announced, her tone bright and effortless, “welcome to tonight’s event. I’m Fiona Mercer…”
Of course she was.
My body went still.
Because if tonight hadn’t already been absurd enough—
Fiona Mercer was Sebastian’s type.
Correction.
Fiona Mercer was also one of Sebastian’s affairs.
At this point, the probability of running into two of his mistresses in a single evening had to be statistically lower than winning the lottery, yet here I was, apparently having beaten the odds in the worst possible way.
I glanced at Sebastian.
He looked surprised—genuinely so—his gaze fixed on Fiona, brows drawn slightly toge
