Evelyn’s POV
The limo door opened, and the noise outside hit like a wave. Flashbulbs, voices, the hungry buzz of people waiting for a show.
Damien stepped out first, tall and untouchable, and when his hand reached for me, I didn’t hesitate. I placed mine in his, smooth and steady, because that’s what they expected from Evelyn Blackwood—control, elegance, power wrapped in silk.
He didn’t stop at my hand. His arm slid around my waist, pulling me close, close enough that the cameras caught it. Possessive. Intentional. Like he was saying to the world, She’s mine.
The crowd erupted. Whispers rose and broke like waves.
“That’s her…”
“They’re back together?”
“Unbelievable…”
I lifted my chin, smiling with practiced ease. This wasn’t the first time I’d faced a storm of stares. I’d walked in
