Chapter 334

Evelyn's fingers curled into tight fists. How could someone like her ever be worthy of the magnificent Dominic?

Christopher Prescott's eyes lit up at Dominic's introduction. "Evelyn Sinclair? The brilliant mind behind my new estate design?"

"Yes, Mr. Prescott. If you have any feedback, I'd be honored to hear it." Evelyn's voice was honey-smooth, instantly winning the older man's approval.

'Remarkable,' Christopher thought. 'Not only talented but humble too.' He could see why Dominic was smitten.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth Prescott noticed her granddaughter's stormy expression.

Lillian hadn't taken her eyes off Dominic all evening.

That possessive glare when Dominic called Evelyn his girlfriend...

Elizabeth's heart ached for her beloved granddaughter.

Unlike her husband, Elizabeth had no warmth for Evelyn.

This nobody had stolen the man Lillian wanted.

Her scrutinizing gaze raked over Evelyn. "Young lady, which prominent family do you belong to?"

Dominic's grip on Evelyn's hand tightened. "Her family isn't what matters. She's the one I've chosen."

Elizabeth's lips curled at the confirmation of Evelyn's common status.

The girl might have pretty features, but her timid demeanor reeked of inferiority.

Evelyn puzzled over the older woman's hostility.

She'd never met Elizabeth or Genevieve before tonight. Why did they look at her like she'd committed some crime?

Dominic smoothly changed the subject. "We won't disturb you further." He guided Evelyn away, sensing her discomfort.

Truthfully, he'd skip these tedious events entirely if not for Christopher.

From across the room, Lillian watched them leave, her eyes dark with unreadable emotions.

The luxury hotel offered every indulgence - themed bars, gourmet restaurants, serene cafes.

Dominic led Evelyn to the secluded observation deck.

Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering cityscape below.

Plush wicker chairs surrounded an oval crystal table set with porcelain tea service.

"Wait here if the crowd overwhelms you." Dominic lifted her onto a chair.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek and slid a black card into her palm. "Buy whatever you like. Just be back by midnight." His tone was playful, as if addressing a child.

Evelyn scrambled up, cheeks flushing. "I'm perfectly capable of not getting lost."

With her promise to stay put, Dominic returned to his hosting duties.

Alone at last, Evelyn exhaled.

Social events weren't her forte, especially high-society galas.

At least Christopher seemed kind, unlike those two women's inexplicable glares.

She pushed the thought away. They'd likely never cross paths again.

Through the glass, she observed the glittering ballroom below.

Elegant guests mingled to soft jazz, crystal glasses catching the light.

Lillian moved through the crowd with practiced grace, receiving endless compliments.

A far cry from the sneering fashionista Evelyn had encountered.

"You must be Evelyn."

The sudden voice made her jump.

Genevieve Prescott stood behind her, smiling with calculated warmth.

Despite her elegant appearance, something about the woman set Evelyn's nerves on edge.

"Mrs. Prescott?"

"Join me for tea." Genevieve gestured to the vacant chair.

Evelyn reluctantly sat. "What can I do for you?"

"It's about my daughter. You've quite ruined her appetite tonight." Genevieve's smile didn't reach her eyes.

"I don't understand."

"Let's not pretend, dear. I'm here to ask you to leave Dominic Blackwood. Voluntarily."

She poured tea with deliberate slowness, sliding the cup toward Evelyn.