Evelyn POV

The morning of the trip started early, but despite my best efforts to stay ahead of time, I still felt rushed. I stood in front of my closet, second-guessing my choice of outfits. Dad’s voice boomed down the hallway.

“Evelyn! How much longer? We’ll miss the flight at this rate!

I rolled my eyes. “I’m almost done, Dad!” I called back, frantically folding the last blouse into my suitcase.

Moments later, he appeared at my bedroom door, dressed immaculately in his signature tailored suit. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching me with an amused expression.

“Still packing? Women are always the same,” he teased.

I...