Chapter 35
**Evangeline's POV**
Saturday evening arrives like a funeral march. I've changed clothes four times, each outfit looking more wrong than the last. The cream-colored invitation sits on my dresser, mocking me with its elegant script and golden lettering.
*You're invited to celebrate with Celeste Hartwell*
*Saturday, 7 PM*
*Formal attire requested*
I finally settle on a simple black dress that belonged to my mother. It's the nicest thing I own, and wearing it makes me feel like she's somehow with me tonight. The fabric is soft against my skin, and the cut is flattering without being flashy.
Perfect for someone trying not to draw attention.
The charm Maeve gave me hangs around my neck, hidden beneath the dress's modest neckline. It's been quiet all week, just a gentle warmth
