CHAPTER THIRTY ONE : Daughter's Friend
~Zella's POV~
The question hung in the room for exactly one second before I wanted to physically remove it from existence.
"Actually..." I said. "Never mind. That's not, I came to ask about the bathroom products."
Evander looked at me.
"The products," I said. "In the bathroom. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to use them or if they were just there for..." I stopped. "Can I use them?"
He looked at me for another second. Then something happened at the corner of his mouth.
He smiled.
Not the almost-smile. Not the corner-of-the-mouth movement. An actual smile, brief and warm, the kind that appeared occasionally and without warning and did something to the inside of my chest that I had absolutely no framework for managing.
"Everything in that flat
