Evelyn didn’t move for a moment. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been rendered this quiet. Once was enough. Twice… felt absurd. And yet, there was warmth spreading slowly in her chest. Uninvited. Her gaze drifted to the racks, the dresses, and the endless selection. Everything so far had been for her. Only her.

Before she could think too much about it, she turned and walked out of the fitting area. “Madam?” the staff called softly behind her. But she didn’t stop.

Roman looked up again as she approached. “Where are you going?”

“To the men’s section.”

He paused. “Why?”

She looked at him like the answer should...