Evans POV

We danced, we ate and we laughed with guests.

But I kept watching Valarie. She was drinking champagne and talking to people, but her eyes never left me.

Around midnight, she approached me.

"Congratulations," she said smoothly. "You look so happy."

"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly.

"I came to celebrate. Is that a crime?" She smiled. "Can we talk? Privately?"

"No."

"Please, Evans. Just five minutes."

I looked at Hailey. She was talking to her father. She looked so happy.

Against my better judgment, I took Valarie upstairs to a quiet hallway.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want you back," she said simply....