Mateo's POV

I brought out the sheet of paper and showed her. “This is a piece of marvelous art, Evelyn, believe me.”

“So this is what you have that belongs to me?” She received it.

“It's beautiful. Wait, is it because I'm not involved with any famous fashion industry you don't…”

“No, Mateo,” she cut me off and I secretly melted because she called my name with that lovely voice of hers.

“Why then?”

She looked at me as if she was thinking of what to say. Then she went ahead and opened her mouth. “You won't understand.”

“Are you scared that we'll fail?”

She nodded hesitantly. “That's the worst...