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Evangeline woke up with excitement tingling in her veins. It was the first day back at school after the holidays, and she wanted to make a statement. After her usual morning routine, she slipped into a tight black dress that ended just beneath her butt, accentuating her figure. She added a pair of sheer black tights and knee-high black heeled boots that gave her legs a sleek, elongated look. To complete her outfit, she chose a white coat that cinched at the waist and ended at the same length as her dress, and she topped it all off with a white hairband that matched perfectly.
Downstairs, her mother was waiting, a magazine in hand and a wide grin on her face.
"Evangeline, the magazine came out last night!" her mother said excitedly, handing it to her.
Evangeline took the magazine, flipping through it until she found her photos. She had to admit, they were stunning—tastefully provocative, with an air of sophistication. But as she admired the photos, a nagging thought crept in. What if someone at school saw these? Her face was clearly visible, after all. But she quickly dismissed the worry, thinking that none of her classmates would have access to this kind of magazine.
"Don't worry, Mom," Evangeline said with a smile, "No one at school is going to see this."
With that, she tucked the magazine away and grabbed her bag, heading out the door.
As she walked through the school gates, she spotted Pichon standing with a group of boys. With a smile, she called out, "Happy New Year, Pichon!"
Pichon blinked in surprise, his face showing a mix of confusion and delight. "Happy New Year, Evangeline."
As she walked past, she caught snippets of the boys whispering to Pichon. "What's your secret, man? She didn't say that to anyone else!"
Evangeline shook her head with amusement and continued on her way. Just outside the school building, she noticed Descamps leaning against the door by the toilets, his trademark smirk firmly in place. Beside him stood Jean Dupin, wearing a similar grin. But there was something different about the way they were looking at her today—something more intense, more... daring. Unbeknownst to her, the magazine had already circulated among the boys.
The first few classes of the day passed in a blur, but Evangeline couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The boys were acting strange, giving her odd compliments and knowing looks that made her uncomfortable. As history class ended and the bell rang for lunch, Lamaziére practically leapt from his seat.
"Are you in a hurry, Lamaziére?" Madame Giraud asked, eyeing him curiously.
Descamps chuckled from his seat, loud enough for the class to hear. "Oh, he's in a hurry, alright."
The boys around him snickered, their laughter filled with a secret Evangeline wasn't privy to. As Lamaziére exited the classroom, he shot her a look that sent shivers down her spine.
