Chapter 174

Evelyn Sinclair stood with a demure expression, her heart fluttering as she awaited Alexander Blackwood's response. The air around her seemed to sparkle with anticipation.

Just as the crowd began chanting for Alexander to propose, an unexpected voice sliced through the cheers.

Evelyn's radiant smile faltered, her fingers curling into tight fists. "Why is she here?" she hissed through clenched teeth.

Alexander spun around instantly at the familiar voice, his breath catching at the sight of the face that haunted his dreams.

All eyes turned toward the interruption. A stunning woman in an elegant gown moved gracefully through the crowd, her presence commanding attention. When Eleanor Kingsley and William Montgomery recognized her, their faces drained of color.

"Evelyn?! But—how?" Eleanor gasped, stumbling backward. Only William's steadying arm prevented her from collapsing.

William maintained his composure, though his pulse quickened. He'd never believed in ghosts, yet here stood someone who was supposed to be dead.

Victoria Lancaster had imagined this day would be all about her. But Vivian Prescott's sudden appearance shattered that illusion.

As Victoria reached for Alexander's sleeve, she found only empty air—he was already striding toward Vivian.

"Alexander!" Victoria called desperately, but he didn't pause.

Vivian moved with effortless grace, her emerald gown accentuating her slender figure. The gentle curve of her lips held secrets, and her eyes sparkled with quiet confidence.

Alexander couldn't tear his gaze away. The resemblance was uncanny—this was how Evelyn should have looked, had he ever truly seen her.

"Mr. Blackwood," Vivian greeted warmly. "What perfect timing. I've always wanted to witness a proposal firsthand."

Alexander's voice dropped to an intimate murmur. "Then I'm afraid you've come for nothing."

Vivian arched a perfect eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Miss Prescott," Victoria interjected with forced cheerfulness. "What brings you to our home unannounced?"

Vivian's smile never wavered. "I heard it was Miss Lancaster's special day. I couldn't possibly miss the chance to deliver my gift."

Victoria's polite mask slipped momentarily. "We barely know each other. How did you—"

Her words trailed off as memories surfaced—three years ago, another celebration interrupted, another woman bearing gifts that changed everything.

Vivian's gaze flickered to Alexander. "Let's just say someone cares deeply about making your day perfect."

Victoria's eyes darted to Alexander, a flush creeping up her neck. Even through her irritation, the implication sent a thrill through her.