Saturday Evening, 6:47 PM

Eva’s POV

I’d changed outfits four times.

Too casual. Too formal. Too obvious. Too dowdy.

Nothing felt right for dinner with a man who’d already decided I was a gold-digger who’d “trapped” his son.

I finally settled on a navy sheath dress—elegant but understated. Professional. The kind of armor that said I belong here even when I didn’t believe it myself.

The ring felt heavy on my finger as I applied minimal makeup. Mrs. Eva Vale, meeting her ...