Evelyn’s POV

Whispers swirled around me the moment Harrison’s words landed. Faces turned, eyes narrowed with curiosity and malice. I heard the snickers, the muttered “That’s her?” and “Figures…” but forced myself to breathe, to keep my spine straight.

“Good evening, Harrison,” I said evenly. “I’m here from Casa Viora to discuss your engagement banquet. I’ve brought proposals.”

For a flicker of a second, his grin faltered. He covered it with a sneer. “Oh? And is ...