Chapter twenty three.
Evelyn's POV
"Thank you, Evelyn, for trusting us," he said, but I just stared at him and walked away.
I made my way to the stage, took the microphone, and began to speak.
"It's a shame that an occasion meant to be joyful ended on such a sour note," I said, meeting the pitying gazes of the guests.
I despised being looked at with pity; it made me feel weak. But I wasn't weak – I was my father's daughter, and I wouldn't let anyone make me feel otherwise.
I gripped the microphone tightly and continued, "I appreciate each and every one of you for coming, but unfortunately, the party has come to an end."
With that, I dropped the microphone. Alex approached me, offering his hands, and I placed mine in his. He helped me down from the stage.
Just then, I heard Etha
