[Carter Mansion]
Soft morning sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains of Evelyn's room, painting the walls with a muted gold.
She sat at her desk, flipping through files she hadn't actually read. Her mind kept drifting back to Alexander and to the wedding talk.
Just then, there was a knock on her door. It was soft and hesitant.
Evelyn looked up.
"Come in."
The door creaked open and Gregory stepped in slowly. He did not walk in with authority like the head of the family but carefully, like a father who wasn't sure if he was welcome.
Evelyn stiffened but she acted like his presence didn't affect her.
Gregory rubbed the back of his neck. "Are you busy?"
"Yes," she lied instantly, her eyes dropping to her papers.
He sighed, it was a real, tired sigh and closed the door behind him.
For a moment, he simply stood there, searching for words. She had never seen him unsure like this.
"Evie," he finally said. "Can we talk?"
