Evelyn's POV
He opened two large boxes and revealed a dress and a pair of heels.
The dress, admittedly, was beautiful—more than that, it was perfectly suited to me, with its understated white palette and clean, elegant lines that struck the exact balance between sophistication and restraint, making it ideal for a formal dinner without feeling overly ostentatious.
“I chose it based on your taste,” he said, watching my reaction. “Do you like it?”
“Is it… a bit too formal?” I asked, running my fingers lightly over the fabric.
“I understand this world better than you do,” he said with a faint smile. “If you show up looking too modest, you won’t land sponsors. People like to talk about the future, about philanthropy, but in the end, it’s always about interests. Trust me—this will work in y
