Evelyn’s POV
He walked over, his eyes locking on me like a predator sizing up its prey.
Panic hit, and I quickly stepped back. But I accidentally stepped on my high heel and almost tripped.
He caught my arm, steadying me.
“I expected to see you fully dressed in that white gown,” he said, his eyes sliding over my bare shoulder. “But this works too.”
My face heated up.
I quickly pulled away, rushing to the mirror to fix my clothes.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my back to him, trying to hide my nervousness.
“You are well aware why I’m here.”
I swallowed hard.
Of course. He was here for my answer.
I had pushed it for too long. I could feel his patience wearing out.
There was no way I could brush him off again. He wasn’t the kind of person you could mess with.
“What are you
