The city glowed under soft golden streetlights, casting reflections across the dark canals as Evelyn walked toward the small café where they’d agreed to meet.
Amsterdam after dark had its own magic—warm, alive, and buzzing with people enjoying the summer heat well into the night.
Her heart thudded—not with nerves, but with excitement.
This wasn’t about proving anything.
It wasn’t about running from anyone.
It was about her.
Her choices. Her freedom.
And when she spotted him—leaning casually against the railing near the water, that easy, charming grin spreading across his face—her smile came naturally.
He was tall, blonde, and blue-eyed, just as Trey had teased. Sharp features, easy confidence, and that relaxed, European charm.
“Evelyn,” he greeted her, his Dutch accent soft but un
