But my sister loved Evan deeply and insisted on marrying him, even if it meant cutting ties with our parents.
Their wedding was a small, intimate affair. Only I was invited, as they said that having me as a witness was enough.
Despite their lack of money, they were incredibly happy together.
As I stood there, taking it all in, my sister noticed me at the door and smiled, “Erin, you’re here! Come in and have dinner with us.”
I changed into house slippers while Evan brought out the plates from the kitchen, filling the room with a mouthwatering aroma.
“Harriet, you and Erin go ahead and start. I’ll whip up a couple more courses,” Evan said with a cheerful smile.
Harriet pulled him to the table. “Hey, it’s just the three of us. No need to cook so much. Come on, sit down.”
Just as we were about to eat, Harriet’s phone rang.
When she saw the caller ID, her expression tightened.
She hesitated for a moment before heading into the bedroom to take the call.
“Who is it?” I asked, noticing the name on the screen, a name I’d never seen before.
Evan scratched his head. “Perhaps her new agent? She’s probably got something to discuss.”