Mates and Tea Dates
“Diana,” Evangeline’s cool, high voice rang out in the kitchen. Her blue eyes were locked on Diana, her thin arms crossed against her chest and encased in a pale blue, long sleeved silk shirt. “Evangeline,” Diana replied. “You look well,” said Evangeline, her eyes roving over Diana’s form and her lip curling slightly. Diana felt her jaw clench as she pulled at the hem of her white cotton t-shirt. She was quite sure that she did not look well. She was quite sure she looked like someone who had not slept, who was being semi-kidn*pped, who had recently fallen through a brick wall, and who was watching her entire world fall apart around her. “Thanks,” she mumbled. “You do too.” “I wanted to look my best,” Evangeline said. Her voice was confident, not loud, but commanding nonetheless. “For
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