White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 28

A few hours later in a swanky restaurant bathroom on the outskirts of Dresdale.

Evelyn stared at the woman who wobbled her way into the bathroom and practically staggered into a stall. She frowned as the sound of retching filled the enclosure.

She stared at the stall in the mirror before her as she continued to redo her make-up. She darted her eyes to her compact as the door opened and out came Elizabeth Cadwell very much worse for wear.

She quietly watches as she stumbled to the sink turn on the tap and rinsed her face and mouth. With a casual move, she reached for some paper towels and gave them to her.

She took them with a mumbled thanks and dabbed her face as Evelyn contemplated how to best play these cards in her favour.

"I don't mean to be nosy but are you ok?"

The concern in her voice caused a red-eyed, smeared face Elizabeth to pause in her efforts to dry her mess of a face and trembling hands and look to her.

Her face showed care and her eyes seemed warm. Her hands even reached out to touch her comfortingly on her shoulder.

"Do you know me?" Elizabeth slurred.

Should she lie by pretending not to or should she be honest? The last thing she needed was the chance to slip away. She was going to do whatever it takes to knock Wendy Preston from her pedestal and what better way to do that than a woman scorned.

"Yes I know who you are I would be living in a cave if I didn't, but am not being polite because of who you are. I just genuinely want to know that you're ok," she said softly looking intently at the woman who seemed to be weighing her judgements through her imbibe mind.

"Listen am fine," she said with a dismissive wave of her well-manicured fingers.

Stupid of her to think she was going to just turn and walk away from this not when she waited for the opportunity that would trash the high and mighty Wendy Preston and teach her a lesson. She would show her that claiming a big fish from the ocean did not make her any better than being the black bimbo she always is.

Evelyn returned to her makeup dragging out the process of retouching her flawless application as long as she could. As she stood there pretending to ignore Elizabeth or the other females that came into the bathroom on occasion she tossed with various ways how to get the woman to lighten up to her.

Her mind was still racing when she places from her clutch a compact and a pen with her workplace logo on the sink top and glared in her clutch as if looking for something and mumbling in aggravation when not finding it, she reached to replace them when Elizabeth stated.

"You work for Deacon Ffrench."

"Yes, I do?"

And that was how she got the cards to play in her favour.

"You know that arrogant, self-centred egotistical bastard broke up with me for his office help!" she snapped.

She pretended to act uncomfortable and make as if to not want to discuss the issue but Elizabeth was not through releasing all the pent up anger and grudge she had walking around with.

"Me of all the persons," she said with a scowl as she poked her scantily clad chest, "he had the nerve to walk away from me like I was nothing to him or what we had meant nothing."

"We can never understand men, they seem to only want to take women for granted," she added as if empathizing.

Elizabeth who had made some attempt at getting her face in order glared over at her and nod her head in drunken agreement.