Evelyn's POV
That night, the black Maybach appeared outside my apartment building.
Alexis was curled up on the window seat in my bedroom when she spotted the man leaning against the car below. Her eyes lit up. She glanced at the bathroom door where I was showering, hesitated for a moment, then quietly slipped out.
She padded across the apartment in her slippers, carrying her little reindeer stool to reach the elevator button. The elevator took her from the third floor to the ground floor.
She emerged, still clutching her stool, made her way to the main entrance, and climbed up again to press the intercom. Soon, both the apartment door and the outer gate opened.
Alexis propped the door open with her stool, changed into her silver crystal shoes in the entryway, and happily r
