Chapter １６７

“Oh shit. Sorry, Angel cakes. My bad,” he apologized then instantly got off of the bed.

I picked up the dark red floor-length dress then walked over to the wardrobe and hung it on the door.

“Why the hell are you even in here, Evan?” I questioned while folding my arms across my chest.

He rubbed the back of his neck then looked back up at me. I scowled back letting him know I was beginning to get pissed off. He cleared his throat before explaining.

“Well Mason sent me up to put those shoes and that box with your dress, while he finished up a few things for your surprise,” he said quietly while pointing to two boxes on the bed.

“Right, okay, I get that, but why did you stick around afterwards?” I asked in a dominant tone.

He ran his hand through his messy light brown hair, making it raise up and then fall back down, landing just above his eyebrows.