Chapter 33. Flames of the Old Flame

Evelyn

These past few minutes had to be the most excruciatingly awkward moments of my life. The room fell into a deafening silence, and the intense eye contact between Jacob and this woman named Chloe Spoke volumes and yet revealed nothing at the same time. There was an undeniable tension, evident from the way his jaw clenched and anger flickered in his darkened green eyes while he stared at her.

Could she be an ex-lover? A relationship gone sour, perhaps? That seemed like a plausible explanation.

For the briefest moment, Jacob looked at Dad, raising his eyebrow in a way that felt almost threatening. I noticed Dad awkwardly shifting in his spot, shooting a glare at Clara, who still appeared clueless.

So, was it true that Dad hadn’t invited Chole? Most likely, yes.

Since Clara and I handled most of the invitations using Dad’s old diary, which contained the names and numbers of his old friends and colleagues, Dad probably had only a faint idea of t