Evelyn’s POV

Before I could make sense of it, Harrison’s father stood before me, his tone surprisingly respectful.

“Miss Evelyn, I owe you an apology on behalf of my son. He acted without honor. Please, forgive his mistakes.”

As I was trying to process his words, he opened a velvet box. Inside lay a necklace, gleaming under the light.

“This is just a token of my sincerity. Please accept it.”

The room went quiet, and every eye was on me. My heart thudded, but I managed a polite ...