Chapter 8
I almost call Mina and ask how hard it would be to change my identity. Wipe Evangeline aka Evie off the face of the earth. Move to Paris. Take up smoking—that might help me lose weight. I’ll be skinny but I’ll still wear all black. Auntie Jen will approve.
I don’t call Mina. I don’t call anyone. I keep my head down, go to work, and pretend I’m an expatriate in a foreign country, with no ties to anyone.
I turn off my phone, which turns out to be a good thing, because Auntie Jen phones me nine hundred times the week before the wedding, volun-telling me to go pick up flowers, bridesmaids gifts, chocolate cupcakes with pink frosting. Be sure not to sample, Evangeline! We got an exact amount. Right up to the morning of the wedding, when she wanted me to fetch the tiara my cousin fo
