“Why?!”
Leo rolled his eyes. “I heard someone else snagged the gown she had reserved. She had to borrow a couture piece from the brand as a last-minute replacement, so now she needs a whole new makeup look to match their requirements!”
Leo clutched his forehead in agony. “Oh my God! The gala is in less than two hours, isn't it?! A last-minute makeup change, and she's not even here yet. What is she thinking?”
Emma’s hair and makeup were already done. Seeing that Leo was still busy, she and Ms. Miller didn’t linger. They gathered their things and left the studio.
When they arrived back at the company building, Evan called and told Ms. Miller to have Emma wait in the car. He said there was no need for them to come upstairs, as he was just finishing up some work and would be right down.
Emma showed no reaction to Evan’s instructions. She simply took out her phone and started a match-three puzzle game to pass the time.
As her fingers tapped and swiped across the screen, her mind flashed back to the girl in the Bentley she had seen when leaving the office that afternoon.
Although she had only met that Miss Carter once, Emma had an excellent memory. So, despite the distance and the car window, she had recognized her instantly.
Evan telling her not to come up could mean one of two things. Either he was genuinely busy and would be done soon, making the trip upstairs pointless, or that Miss Carter was in his office, and he didn't want them to meet.
Emma leaned toward the second possibility.
Fortunately, Evan didn't keep them waiting long. He came downstairs about fifteen minutes later.
It was already five-thirty in the evening, with only an hour left before the gala began.
When Evan opened the car door, his eyes lit up with a hint of awe at the sight of her in the back seat.

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