*Evelyn*
“Oh, Evelyn, you look darling! I wish I could pull off such a cutesy style.”
I met Sofia’s eyes and smiled. I had to admit I liked Slater’s cousin. On the outside, she looked like a runway model or an heiress with her long brunette waves in a perfect blow out and classical Italian features. She was tall, almost a head taller than me, and she was all legs and olive-toned skin. She was my complete opposite physically.
But her eyes were full of kindness, honesty, and compassion— an underlying fierceness.
I glanced down at myself. I didn’t bother telling her I didn’t pick out any of the clothes I was wearing lately. It wasn’t that I didn’t like them— I did. They were things I would’ve picked out. But for some reason, Slater seemed to like me in mid-thigh, flowy, casual dresses—
