She lied.
Adeline Clifton didn't come back to New York after three years.
She had come back quietly like a ghost, avoiding any eye contact in the streets and avoiding James Lexington as she could.
She knows her friends are all in Manhattan and Connecticut, enjoying their life at Yale University together while forgetting her existence daily.
Like karma a bitch, her model agency had signed her to go to her hometown for a photo shoot to be in Vogue this year. She didn't try to change her life; Vogue, of course, no one is going to decline their offer, not even when their place is close to their ex, not even when they know everyone will know they are finally coming back home after disappearing all the sudden, and next they know their only New York princess is continued her study in Milan for a fashion designer.
Adeline decides to make a horrible choice, standing in front of an uncomplicated door,
no particular name, not a carved wooden door that takes months to finish, no voice intercom to tell you who you are.
It's just a standard door with a number on it.
She took a huge breath, drafting her eyes from the doorbell and the door many times.
She must be here.
If she isn't here, I will wait till she's here.
This is so very wrong decision. Either Adeline waits until she's here, or Evelyn could kick her out of her apartment.
Adeline never talked to this girl, probably once...or twice.
And no one dared to cross Evelyn Crawford when they were in high school; the reason she's here is that she avoids coming back to her parent; if her parent knows, they all know.
If they all know, he'll know, too, and Adeline didn't have a reason to give him if they ever met.
"Come on, Adeline. You can do it," she whispered to herself. "It's just Evelyn, a kind girl you always saw stuck her nose with books."
It didn't help her to be overthinking.
She knows how much Evelyn hates Henry, and Henry, her childhood best friend, didn't help her get on the valedictorian's good side.
She rings the bell anyway.
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"Tell me a good reason why I should let you live in my apartment," said Evelyn as she leaned against her open door, right hand on her hips.
Adeline could only blink, hugging her small luggage between her legs, "Please, I beg you, just for a week."
The golden girl only widened her eyes as she tilted her head and got no answer she wanted. Adeline sighed, "Just because Henry hurt your feelings doesn't mean-"
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