Just as Alex emerged from the heavy door of the meeting room, wiping a faint smirk from his face, Evelyn was standing right in front of it—arms crossed, golden eyes locked on him like a hawk spotting prey.
The hallway light caught her golden hair, making it shimmer like threads of sunlight woven into waves that cascaded past her shoulders, framing a face flushed with determination and worry.
Her golden gown clung elegantly to her figure, the off-shoulder bodice embroidered with delicate filigree patterns that sparkled with every breath, the full skirt pooling slightly around her heels, paired with subtle gold hoop earrings and a thin choker that accentuated her slender neck.
She looked every bit the noble beauty, fierce and vulnerable all at once.
Seeing Alex, she met his eyes intensely, voice steady but edged with emotion. "We need to talk. Now."
