*EVELYN'S POV*
My heart was racing as I took a cautious step back.
“I’m so sorry if I frightened you, Miss Evelyn,” the man said, “I was told to come fetch you from where you were.”
“Who are you and who sent you?” I asked.
“My bad,” the man said, “My name is Andre the chauffeur. I was sent by Lucas to come get you.”
I looked at him carefully. He had broad shoulders and a stern expression that made him look more like a bouncer than a driver.
Lucas appeared from behind him with his usual confident grin. “There you are.”
“You’re late,” I reprimanded.
“On the contrary,” Lucas said, “we came earlier but parked by the corner.” And he pointed to the rear of the complex.
“Your driver almost gave me a heart attack,” I laughed, “You need to work on being less intimidating.”
“My apologies,
