Evelyn’s POV
I was in the sitting room a few minutes before seven. I had succeeded in taking a short nap, ransacking my wardrobe for a perfect outfit and knitting my hair into a short wavy ponytail. I kept my look as simple as possible.
"You are out early," I turned sharply towards the sound of his voice from the steps.
"I guess I have good manners, I don't go about keeping people waiting," I shrugged, watching him as he descended the stairs regally.
“Or, you're just so bored, you can't wait to be out there seeing the outside world. All thanks to my idea.” He had reached the foot of the couch where I sat.
“Don't be so full of yourself,” I warned him, unable to help my smile.
“I can't help it sometimes.” He smiled back. It was rare to see that side of him, too rare that when it occ
