Evelyn’s POV

The morning came too soon. Evelyn stood in her tiny apartment, staring at the half-packed suitcase on her bed. The walls around her looked bare now, stripped of the photos, the second-hand books, the tiny comforts that had made the place hers.

Carmen rushed in and out like a drill sergeant, shoving folded clothes into the suitcase. “You’re not packing enough. Damian Blackwood probably expects you to wear gowns at breakfast or something.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes, though ...