CECILIA is 27 years old, has had a beautiful life, a one that she loved. She had her friends with her, and family with her. One day she was finally reunited with her high school sweet heart but didn't expect the cost that came with her.
EVANGELINE...
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EVANGELINE CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN •BUSINESS PARTY•
I fucking missed her. So much I didn't know how to express it. All I've been doing was interview after interview. Today was the day I had to attend a business party, apparently it's for awards or some shit, and I very much did not want to do so.
I've busied myself, I've learned how to do so. But it doesn't mean I never thought about her, I have. And with all the constant talking about business deals, interviews, meetings, paper work, I've barely had time to really sit down and think. To lay down and think about everything that happened.
Tonight I really didn't want to go, dreading it actually. Mark kept telling me it was just to keep my appearance up, to let people know I am for them or some shit like that. But I couldn't care less I just wanted to go in bed and fall into a deep, deep sleep.
"Get yourself together man, it's been a year. If she wanted to come back, she would." Mark said, I rolled my eyes.
I wanted to tell him how wrong he was, but it he was right. If she wanted me, if she wanted to forgive me, she would, she would see how sorry I was.
It was time to get over her, I knew that. Which is why I wanted to try, but every time I try, I give up because then I remember all the good times we had together. "Please just shut the fuck up." I muttered, letting the hairstylist do my hair.
"I'm just saying. You keep sulking around like you're gonna magically see her." He said. "Bro just shut the fuck up." I told him, he held his hands up in defense, shrugging. The woman did my hair, and then my make up artist came.
It weird. I never thought in my life that I would put makeup but here I am, doing some sort of eye. Smokey eye thing. I don't know. I needed a change, I wanted to try things I hadn't tried before.
I was in fact getting ready for this business party, as much as I dreaded it, I needed to go or else mark would have my head on a stick. I sighed, closing my eyes and letting the women do my hair and make up.
After that mark and I headed to the party, it was an annual thing. Very famously known. And my parents were going to be there, I hadn't seen them in a year. I was pissed at my mom for trying to excuse her husband's acts, I never was.
I didn't want to. I dreaded seeing him there, I felt slightly relieved that I was seeing my mother, because I did miss her. When you have a good relationship with your mom, of course you'd miss her.
I never once texted her, she always texted me, sent me funny videos but I never once made an effort to reply because that's how horrible of a person I am. "You ready?" Mark asked me, I shrugged, looking at all the cameras flashing at the limo.
