Connor
"Sir," my secretary stands at the slightly open door, "a couple wants to see you."
My eyebrows knit together. "Who? Do they have an appointment?"
She walks in, closes the door gently, and hurries to my desk. "It's Mr. and Mrs. Lockhart. Evelyn's parents. They are here to see you."
Eh?
"Here to see me?"
She nods. "Yes. Um, do I tell them you're occupied? I could think of something—an excuse."
I shake my head. They must be here because of the engagement. Evelyn said she would give me a heads-up, but she is away at a meeting for the company.
"Let them in. Thank you."
A minute later, Evelyn's parents walk in. As soon as I set eyes on them, seeing her mother's bright smile and her father's serious eyes, my heart races.
"I should have prepared for a day like this," I mutter. I s
