It’s so strange how one look from her can propel me forward to talk to her.“About time you got here, Princess,” I tease, winking at her as we meet in the middle of the building, no one within ear shot. “Thought I was going to have to drag you here myself.”She smirks but doesn’t say anything.“Your
After they walk away, Evelyn lets out the longest sigh.“Having a good time?” I ask sarcastically as she takes a sip.Evelyn smirks back at me, giving me an all-knowing look. “Thank you,” she says, sighing again. “That was so much.”I look out at the crowd. “Welcome to this world, Princess.”She huf
EvelynSpinning around the ball, dancing with Sebastian, and the beautiful sentiment it all brings is making my heart race faster than his F1 car.“So, am I as bad a dancer as during the wedding?” He asks cheekily.I shake my head but can’t stop the smile from forming. “You’re just fishing for compl
“You can’t know that,” he mumbles.“And you can’t know he dislikes or dismisses you. When have you fully opened your eyes?”“I glued them tight a long time ago, Princess. I’m sorry, but that’s never going to change between him and me. Even if I begged him, he’d still force me into this job.”He stop
Evelyn“Oh, look at that sweater!” Mom squeals, looking in the window of the next department store we pass.“Who would you even give that to?” I question.“Me, duh,” she winks.“Mom!” I laugh at her.“What? Am I not allowed to buy myself new things?” She asks, aghast.“No, obviously you’re allowed!
“Well, you and Sebastian were never in the picture until Gregory asked us to move in. We both didn’t want to upheave the lives you created unless we were positive that we’d be happy as a full family.”“So, if you two had never gotten married, I might have never met Gregory and Sebastian?” I reiterat
SebastianI’m probably the world’s worst gift wrapper, and that’s being generous. I have never understood the mechanics of throwing something into pretty paper and calling that a present. That to me, seems like a huge waste of paper when people can just hand the gift over with less fanfare.“Ah, tha
Am I? Should I?Or is that just wishful thinking?I’m not sure.“That’s up to your interpretation, Princess.”I send the message and sigh, looking at the gifts I’ll be giving to everyone tomorrow.In truth, I do want to kiss her. I want to touch her again. I feel like every instance of us being alon