For a brief moment, Evelyn's mind was filled with the image of two handsome men waiting outside her door.
One was Axel, annoyingly poised, radiating CEO energy in his tailored suit. The other was Oliver, her adorable three-year-old son, dressed like the tiniest executive in town.
And here she was, hiding in the bathroom like some reluctant runaway bride.
She narrowed her eyes at her reflection in the mirror before her.
"Seriously, Evelyn Taylor… a white shirt and messy hair? Your son looks like he's running a Fortune 500 company, and you look like you just rolled out of bed."
After taking a deep sigh, Evelyn turned again toward the paper bag on her bed, the one Axel had delivered like it was some innocent little gift when, in truth, it was nothing but a trap.
She narrowed her eyes as she realized that Axel had dressed their son in a cute suit—an apparent trap designed to melt her heart and persuade her to finally agree to wear the wedding gown.
