Chapter 85

Evelyn’s POV

I sat back on the plush velvet sofa, smoothing the fabric of my dress as I observed Amara, who was pacing nervously in front of me. Her restlessness was becoming tiresome, though I had to admit I appreciated her enthusiasm.

“Amara,” I said, my voice calm but firm, “sit down. Your constant pacing is going to wear a hole in the carpet.”

Amara turned to me, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Mother, we’ve been waiting for over an hour. What if she doesn’t come? What if she knows?”

“She’ll come,” I said, sipping my tea leisurely. My tone carried a certainty that I hoped would calm her nerves. “Anita isn’t one to let things involving her father slide. You know that as well as I do. She’s likely already on her way.”

Amara huffed, crossing her arms as she leaned against the edge of the table. Her eyes flickered to the wine glass sitting in the center, its contents glinting faintly in the light. “Do you think she’ll drink it?”