Evelyn
"You look ravishing," Connor says as I get out of the car, with him holding my hand, "but I wish you had come let me get you."
I shake my head. "You wouldn't have wanted to see my parents, trust me. I spared you from getting an interrogation this evening when they dropped by my apartment unannounced."
It was an hour before the non-profit, tech-related event that Connor and I decided we would use to announce our relationship—precisely two weeks and five days before the unveiling, that my parents showed up.
My mom said she was worried because I wouldn't let her help me and getting them out of my apartment came with me promising that I would tell her all the details later, and telling my father that if my career failed, I would join him. I lied through my teeth, of course, but it g
