Chapter 199

Sophia Bennett bounced on her toes impatiently before grabbing Evelyn Whitmore's arm. "Come on, Evelyn! Let's get you changed into proper riding gear!"

"Riding gear?" Evelyn arched one perfect eyebrow. "I didn't pack any."

Sophia's eyes widened. "Seriously? I brought an extra set you can borrow! Though..." She bit her lip. "I don't have spare boots."

Gabrielle Winslow stepped forward with a gentle smile. "I've got an extra pair. Not sure if they'll fit though."

"Size five and a half," Evelyn offered.

Gabrielle winced. "Mine are sevens. Might be roomy, but worth a try?"

Evelyn nodded. "Appreciate it."

"Don't mention it!" Gabrielle's smile brightened. "What are friends for?"

The trio headed toward the changing rooms.

Inside the dressing area—

The borrowed riding suit clung to Evelyn's curves like it was made for her. The deep crimson fabric accentuated every dip and swell of her figure. With her dark hair swept up in a careless bun, the outfit transformed her usual casual elegance into something downright regal.

Sophia gasped. "Holy hell, Evelyn! You look like you stepped out of a Ralph Lauren ad!"

Evelyn tugged at the sleeves. "It's just the clothes."

"Are you kidding?" Sophia fanned herself dramatically. "If I swung that way, I'd kidnap you from Uncle Nathaniel in a heartbeat!"

Evelyn's lips parted in silent shock.

Gabrielle chose that moment to return with the boots. "Here, try these—" Her words died as she took in Evelyn's transformation. The usually poised woman actually stumbled mid-step.

Every woman knew that particular sting—when another female's beauty didn't just impress but actually hurt to look at. Gabrielle's grip tightened on the boots.

Evelyn reached for them. "Thanks, but..." She slid one foot in and immediately sank. "Way too big."

Gabrielle forced a laugh. "Guess sneakers it is!"

As Evelyn and Sophia left, Gabrielle claimed she needed the restroom. "Don't wait up," she called after them.

Outside, Nathaniel Grayson lounged under a striped umbrella with Dominic Prescott and their group. Dominic spotted Evelyn first, his drink freezing halfway to his lips. He elbowed Nathaniel sharply.

Nathaniel glanced up—and felt the air punch from his lungs.

Sunlight gilded Evelyn's silhouette as she moved. The riding habit transformed her—where casual clothes softened her edges, this outfit carved her into something lethally elegant. She'd always been beautiful, but this? This was weaponized beauty.

Then a bloodcurdling scream shattered the moment.