"Mrs. Knight," Axel finally said something.
Evelyn's stomach flutters each time he calls her that.
"Let's go," he added, as if he'd just asked her for a casual walk instead of leading her into what looked dangerously close to an actual wedding ceremony.
Before she could ask what on earth he was doing now, Oliver, already way ahead of them, scampered toward the seats with cake in his little hands. He plopped himself down like this was all perfectly rehearsed, while Liam sat beside him to help.
Evelyn froze, watching the scene unfold.
'Wait. Has… has my son been briefed on this? Did he rehearse? Why does he look like he's known all along?'
She laughed inwardly, looking at her son, who didn't look surprised. Not one bit. In fact, he looked like he'd been waiting for this moment all day.
'My goodness... Axel, when did you start planning all of this?' she wonders while looking up at him.
"W-where…?" she started to ask, her voice shaky.
