Later that night, Evelyn paced back and forth in their room. The clock had ticked past eight, and her heart raced with each passing minute. Zevian had important work to finish, and fortunately, he hadn't come out of his study since they returned home.
"So, what will you be wearing?" Avery asked with a smirk. Evelyn had been acting odd, blushing, and lost in her world. Avery had managed to coax out the reason, and she was delighted with her success.
Evelyn glared at her friend, pointing at the door. "Get out!" she grumbled. Avery had come by to ask about dinner but ended up staying after Evelyn accidentally shared her worries. She was regretting it now.
"Oh, come on!" Avery rolled her eyes. "I know it's been a while since you had sex, but stop worrying so much. You'll spoil the mood." She tried to sound nonchalant.
"Says the virgin cat," Evelyn retorted, causing Avery to scowl.
