Evelyn blinked in surprise. He had always seemed like such a reserved, strictly professional diplomat. She never would have pegged him for such a high-profile stunt.
"Hello," she said, pressing the phone to her ear.
On the other end of the line, Alexander set his fountain pen down on his desk, a warm, soft laugh escaping his lips. "Do you like the arrangement?" He had explicitly cornered his younger cousin for advice on modern trends before deciding on the ultimate birthday gift for her.
Evelyn stood in the center of the giant heart of luxury cosmetics, completely at a loss for words as the hushed, envious whispers of her colleagues rose in decibels around her. "This... this is far too expensive, Alexander," she murmured. Even though she knew a man of his standing wouldn't even notice the dent in his finances, the sheer extravagance made her uncomfortable.
