Avery forces herself to nod. A part of her wants nothing more than to marry him, but she knows it's impossible. She imagines returning to the Howel mansion and living the rest of her life like a cast-off toy. Once Evan has proven to Andrew that he's the winner, he'll probably forget about her. Loving him and watching him lose interest is the most painful thing she can imagine.
Evan scowls and grabs her by the shoulders, spinning her around, so her back is to him. A rough and heavy hand grabs the zipper on her back and pulls it down. Her dress falls to the floor in a white puddle around her feet, and she crosses her arms over her bare breasts.
He takes the diamond and pearl dress off its hanger and forces it down over her head. Instead of a zipper, there are dozens of small pearl buttons down the back. He quickly buttons her up and spins her around to look at her.