The moment their eyes met, his chest tightened. Old memories. Old sins. All resurfacing right here with his fiancée next to him.
"Isn't that Mr Everest?" Ivy asked, breaking his trance.
"Mmm…mmm," he replied absently, but his eyes weren't on Evans — they were locked on Irene.
"Hey! Winn!" Evans called out. "I thought you were off in the Bahamas or something."
"Hi, Winn." Irene's voice was soft. "I didn't know you would be here, I promise." Her eyes darted nervously toward Evans, then back to Winn. "We can leave if you want."
"Nonsense," Evans cut in. "How can I miss the opportunity to meet your lovely fiancée?" He stepped forward, taking Ivy's hand before Winn could protest. "Miss Morales, right?"
Ivy nodded, her polite smile barely masking her discomfort. "Good evening, Mr Everest. Mrs Everest, I presume?"
