Chapter 120

Sunnyville Cinemas was buzzing with activity, yet Evangeline stood out like a sore thumb. Clad in a simple gray dress, her face free of makeup, she waited impatiently at the entrance for her bestie, Roslyn.

She kept checking her watch, and with each passing minute, her irritation grew. They were supposed to meet at 10 p.m., yet there was no sign of Roslyn even almost 30 minutes later.

Without hesitation, Evangeline whipped out her phone and called Roslyn.

"Forget 'fashionably late,' you're just late! I've been standing out here forever freezing my butt off," she complained. "I could've watched paint dry by now!"

The crowd ebbed and flowed inside the cinema, and there she was, feeling like a total dork, her face hidden behind a mask and a cap, bracing against the chilly breeze.

"Aw, Evie, don't be mad!" came Roslyn's sweet, apologetic voice over the phone. "I got caught up with my makeup... Oops, my bad! But look, I'm literally seconds away!"

Something in Roslyn's tone did not sit