Evelyn Grant just smiled. "He has his duties as an heir, Sophie. And I don't want to be trapped in that high-society life, with no freedom."
Sophie Keaton knew.
But she couldn't shake a strange sense of unease.
The unsettling feeling that something was about to spiral out of control made her frown involuntarily.
She badly wanted to ask, 'Would my brother really agree to let her go?'
His possessiveness over Evelyn was overwhelming. Anyone could see how much he cared for her.
But in the end, she didn't ask. Instead, she said forcefully, "Of course you have to come to my wedding. You're going to be my maid of honor. I don't care if it's awkward for them. As long as you're fine with it, they're the ones who should feel awkward."
Evelyn Grant's lips curved. "Alright."
After hanging up, she decided to take Rick to the mall to buy some little gifts. She had a habit of wanting to buy presents for any person or animal she took a liking to.
