Finally, the day of Maxime's funeral arrived.
If someone asked Evelyn whether she was nervous, the answer would have been obvious. Absolutely. Completely. One hundred percent.
From the moment she and Axel left the house, her heartbeat had been thumping wildly, growing louder and faster with every passing minute.
Her palms felt cold.
Her stomach twisted.
And even Axel's fingers curled securely around hers did nothing to quiet the storm inside her chest.
As their car approached the area where the Knight family graveyard was located, Evelyn felt her throat tighten. Her heart gave another series of uneven thumps.
This was the first time she would appear in front of Axel's entire extended family. Not only that, most guests were military officers who worked with General Henry Knight or high-ranking government officials who held the Knight name in the highest regard.
And to make matters worse, even though the funeral was private, some media outlets were allowed to cover it.
