Evelyn
"Did you see his face," Julian murmured beside me, and I pressed my fingers over my mouth because the laugh that was building behind it was not the kind appropriate for a room full of investors and business executives.
"I saw it," I replied, keeping my eyes forward and my expression composed while everything inside me was doing the opposite.
"He looked like a man who had just watched his own house burn down," Julian continued, keeping his voice low and entirely too satisfied with itself, "while standing in the street holding the match."
I turned to look at him and we both pressed our lips together at the same moment, my shoulders shook with the effort of containing what neither of us could afford to let out in this room, and then the screech came from the back and every thought
