Evelyn Grant wore a pale pink off-the-shoulder dress that revealed her lovely collarbones and swan-like neck. Her hair was gathered into a low bun, with a few stray strands pulled loose to flutter gently in the breeze. She was a vision of dignified, gentle beauty, and utterly eye-catching.
Preston Keaton led her by the hand toward the villa. The first person to greet them was Shay.
Her face was wreathed in a brilliant smile. "Evelyn!"
Only then did she look at Preston Keaton. "Preston."
She was a sweet-talker, chattering away with compliments, her eyes sparkling as if filled with stars. "Evelyn, you're so beautiful! Off-the-shoulder dresses were made for you. With a figure like yours, you'd look good in anything. Even if you were wrapped in a burlap sack, people would think it was the latest fashion."
Evelyn Grant smiled. "You must be a big fan of some celebrity, aren't you?"
'Those lines sound so familiar, like something I've heard often.'
