Evelynne Blythe

Evelynne Blythe took a steadying breath and approached the man, her lace gown whispering against the courthouse steps. As he ended his call and tucked his phone away, she cleared her throat softly. His head turned, and their eyes met—hers still shimmering with tears, his sharp with curiosity. She saw the flicker of surprise in his expression, quickly replaced by something else, something drawn to her beauty. His gaze lingered on her wavy hair, the delicate embroidery of her gown, and the soft glow of her tear-streaked face, leaving her certain she now had his full attention. (You are the man that was talking on the phone that she just approached and you can choose your name. However, you are a wealthy businessman whether you are honest or dishonest is your choice. However, you are in danger of losing if you don’t marry someone within 24 hours and she is your last chance so will you marry her? The choice is yours.)