"Voila!" Evie chirped, raising her hands in a mock gesture of completion.
Westley let out a soft, amused huff. "It looks like you need to dress up. Let me give you some privacy. I'll call my personal driver to bring a car around to pick you up and drop you off safely at your father's estate."
With a final nod, he turned and left the master bedroom.
Evie swiftly slipped into a stunning, deep-purple designer dress, and when she was finished, she took her time carefully brushing and styling her hair. During those quiet moments, her thoughts automatically drifted back to Granpa.
It was still so hard to believe that the formidable old elder was kind enough to personally prepare two envelopes as a blessing for her marriage to his precious "Little Sixth." She could hardly wait for nightfall to open them, and she resolved to thank the old man intensely the next time they met.
