The ringing of my phone interrupted my thoughts.
It was Evan.
"Come with me to a dinner party. I already had someone send the dress over."
I took the gown from his assistant.
It was Lillian's favorite shade of pink, and even the size was Lillian's.
It hung loosely on me, shapeless and ugly.
*****
By 7 p.m. that evening, Evan still had not come to pick me up.
With no other choice, I took a cab to the Fuller family estate myself.
At the party, I searched for Evan.
Sure enough, he was standing beside Lillian, chatting with her.
Could he be any more obvious?
I casually found a corner to sit in and had the good sense not to disturb them.
Evan: If you don't come over now, don't ever come again.
I received Evan's text, stuffed the last bite of pastry into my mouth, and got up to wal
