Evelyn's brows furrowed, though a small smile tugged at her lips.
"You've been planning something ridiculous again, have you?"
Axel stops and walks back to her, leaning in closer. "Well, Mrs. Knight... it really depends on how you define ridiculous..."
Before she could ask for more details, he leaned in, gently kissed her temple, and softly whispered, "Be ready in thirty minutes, Eve. We're going out on a date!"
She stood there, dazed, watching him walk upstairs to Oliver's room.
Her heart fluttered wildly. She feels curious, yet nervous at the same time.
'God… what is he planning now? A date? These hours?' Evelyn thought as she walked into the bedroom.
An hour passed.
And still... no Axel.
She glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time.
Every minute dragged slower than the last.
The room felt too quiet, too big, too full of thoughts she didn't want to entertain.
