Chapter 3

On the day of the gala, the house was chaos.

A team of stylists buzzed around Evelyn.

Her makeup was perfectly done.

She wore a dazzling couture gown, sparkling under the lights.

She looked every bit the princess.

Richard and Grace were dressed to the nines.

Grace kept glancing at my bedroom door, like she wanted to say something but just couldn't bring herself to.

She just sighed, soft and defeated, and followed the others out.

The villa dropped into a deep, sudden quiet.

I slept in, not waking up until I felt like it.

When I finally woke, it…