Evelyn’s POV
The hall went silent as hundreds of people turned to look at me.
Then gasps echoed throughout the crowd. Eyes were fixed on me—women whispered among themselves about my dress, while men stared with their mouths open.
But I had no time to focus on their reactions.
My gaze was locked on Tristan and Leah at the center of the room. Step by step, I made my way toward them.
The crowd parted, making a path for me until I reached them.
Leah's face had turned ghostly pale. She clung to Tristan's arm as if she might faint without the support.
Tristan's reaction, however, was strange. His eyes held a mix of surprise and lust.
"I asked you to stay in your room, Evelyn," he said deeply.
"I don't need your permission." I sneered.
"But you do." He towered over me and said in a
