Instead, it was Evan.
He looked uncomfortable in his suit, shifting from foot to foot, face pale.
“Hey,” he mumbled. “Can we talk? Somewhere private?”
I blinked. “Of course. Are you okay?”
“Not here. Can we… go outside or something?”
I followed him down a side hallway and out toward the garden patio. Guests were mingling in the distance, but here, it was quiet.
“Evan, what’s going on?”
He looked up at me, dark eyes filled with a tension I didn’t understand.
“Don’t marry my dad.”
The words hit me like ice water.
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