Evelyn's POV 

The car pulled up in front of us, sleek and black, with tinted windows that gleamed under the dim airport lights. It wasn’t just any car—it was a limousine. 

My stomach churned. Of course, Leonard would choose the most extravagant option possible. Was he trying to impress my dad? Or worse, me? Either way, it wasn’t working. If it had been just me, I might have refused outright, but Dad was already walking toward the vehicle, his shoulders slumped in exhaustion. With no other choice, I followed him.

Dad slid into the spacious backseat with a relieved sigh. I hesitated for a moment, then climbed in after him....