Eileen’s POV

The Evans villa was quiet late at night.

I sat at my desk, my laptop open and several sheets of paper scattered around me.Pencil lines moved quickly beneath my fingers.Sketch after sketch appeared on the page.

Necklaces.Bracelets.Elegant evening jewelry.

Beside them were fashion designs—flowing dresses, sharp silhouettes, delicate embroidery patterns.My eyes were focused, the soft desk lamp illuminating the concentration on my face.

Hours passed without me noticing.

When I finally leaned back, stretching my stiff shoulders, the clock on my laptop screen read 2:17 a.m.

I blinked tiredly.“So late already…”

I rubbed my eyes lightly.Only then did I suddenly remember something.

My phone.I’d forgotten to message Adrian....