[Carter Mansion—Evelyn's Room]
Evelyn sat cross-legged on her bed, staring at her phone as if it were a live bomb.
She reread Alexander's message for the tenth time.
'As long as I get to marry you, I don't care if the date is tomorrow or ten years from now.'
Her cheeks heated instantly and her stomach flipped.
And her heart, well, that thing hadn't known peace since she met him.
Across the room, Patricia was sitting with a face mask on, scrolling through her phone until she noticed Evelyn hiding her face behind a pillow.
"What is that blush?" Patricia gasped dramatically. "Show me. NOW."
"No," Evelyn squeaked.
Patricia snatched the phone so fast Evelyn didn't even get to blink.
The moment she saw the message, Patricia slapped a hand over her chest. "Oh my god. He is so whipped. This man is ready to marry you tomorrow. Tomorrow, Evelyn. If you sneeze, he will probably propose."
Evelyn groaned. "Patricia, please."
