That evening, Luke took me to the welcome reception.
An investor extended a hand to exchange pleasantries with him. He turned slightly first and introduced me.
"Evelyn is in charge of our new extended-stay hotel project. When it comes to the service framework, she knows it better than I do."
He didn't finish the sentence for me.
I took the business card and began answering questions. Halfway through, I realized I hadn't instinctively turned my head to wait for someone's nod of approval.
The feeling was a little unfamiliar to me.
The venue was heavily air-conditioned. Luke noticed me rubbing my arms and asked if I wanted to move to a seat further inside.
I had just nodded when a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind me.
"Evelyn."
I turned around.
Nathan stood in the doorway, his
