Evaline:
I blinked, confused, as the car came to a sudden stop.
The gentle hum of the engine died down, replaced by the faint noise of traffic outside, and I instinctively turned my head toward the window. For a second, I thought we had already reached the hotel, but the sight that greeted me was… unexpected.
A boutique.
Not just any boutique, but the kind that looked like it belonged in glossy magazines with those floor-to-ceiling glass panels, warm golden lighting spilling onto the pavement, mannequins dressed in elegant evening gowns that probably cost more than my annual salary.
My brows furrowed as I turned toward Elion, who sat beside me as composed as ever, one arm resting along the back of the seat, his long legs stretched slightly forward.
Before I could even open my mouth, he spoke.
"We are stopping so you can get ready for the evening."
I blinked again. "I… already have a dress."
His gaze shifted toward me - calm, assessing, unreadable. "I'm aware."
