Evelyn's POV
But just as we settled in, a hotel staff member knocked on the door and informed us that Julian had sent over an apology gift.
It was a set of clothes—a dress for me and a suit for Sebastian.
Individually, they were both undeniably beautiful.
But placed side by side, they didn’t match at all.
If anything, they clashed.
Like a subtle reminder that whatever Sebastian and I were trying to maintain, we couldn’t even pretend to look like we belonged together anymore.
“Mr. Julian Hawthorne also sent a bottle of wine,” the waiter added in a polite Italian accent. “As a gift for your wedding anniversary.”
How did he even know it was our anniversary?
Yes, he had attended our wedding—but who remembers someone else’s wedding date, let alone sends a gift on that exact day?
“Well
