Evangeline
Who are you?
I stood there, feeling so confuse and I couldn’t move my body. Petrified with the person standing in front of me.
A woman with long curly blonde hair and a pair of green eyes. She was tall with her killer heels and she was wearing a tight red dress and a leather jacket. A contrast side of me.
An adult.
She was looking at me, eyeing from top to bottom. I knew what those gaze means. She was observing me and just by looking at her expression, I knew what it means.
She was looking down at me.
“I ask you something, little girl. Who are you?” she repeated her question.
I blinked and looked to her. Increasing my courage to tell her. “Um, my name is Eva. I’m…currently living here,” I said.
“Here? What are you to James? His slave?” she asked again with disgust. My e
