Evelyn’s POV
After a while, she let me go—but she didn’t leave.
Instead, she shifted the conversation so effortlessly it almost gave me whiplash.
“Well,” she said lightly, brushing a strand of hair from my face, “if we’re done crying over boys for now… shall we talk about something far more important?”
I blinked. “More important than my emotional breakdown?”
“The Mating Ball,” she said with a knowing smile.
Despite everything, a small laugh slipped out of me. “Right… that.”
She straightened, her entire demeanor shifting into something excited—almost girlish.
“We had most of it planned before your memory loss,” she explained, already pulling out her phone. “But I’ve been stuck on a few details. I’d love your input.”
I hesitated… then nodded. “Okay. Show me.”
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