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Evara lied in the champagne-colored silk sleep dress, playing with her curls, zoning out into the distance. Dinner with her mother was finally over. It was nothing but Callum asking questions. She answered simply. No actual interest in keeping the conversation going. Callum felt the awkwardness at the table. He was a little disappointed with how things had turned out.
Evara watched him walk out of the shower as the morning gloom shined through the window curtains.
"Morning...you seem...dull...again." He spoke. She watched as the water droplets scattered along his toned chest. She stared at him as if she had forgotten what he had looked like nude.
She sighed and looked back at the bare wall.
"I'm still thinking of yesterday...last night— I just... I'm sorry really. I shouldn't have brought her here. I didn't expect her to be so cruel..." she sighed as he walked over towards the walk-in closet.
"I mean, this isn't your fault, Evs...just tell me what she said— you were supposed to tell me last night." He spoke softly. He began to change into casual clothes as Evaras soft voice began ranting.
"She sees me as some kind of hooker or...slut almost... I mean...I don't find anything wrong with us. I know when I first told you, you were upset, but I just— she's my mum, ya know. She's supposed to have my back. Even if I do make mistakes and frustrate her. I just want her to be proud of me this time... if anything, you know more than she ever has..."she says.
Callum says nothing. He continues dressing. Awaiting for Evara to continue.
"Hello?" She questions softly but with an irritated expression.
"Oh...you're done?" He asked, knowing that this was what she did. She questioned him to make sure he was still listening once she was assured, she'd ramble on some more.
"I mean...I'm just not happy with her being unhappy... I'm old enough to do what I want— I think I'm heading off on a really strong path...I've always wanted to model and meet new people...I'm really happy here with you and with everything else..." she sighs.
He eventually comes out of the closet in his basic white tee and loose jeans.
"She thinks you take advantage of me because I'm young," she adds.
"I told her you're not that kind of person, and she just—" Evara flings her hand up in the air, resembling her mother's option to not care. Evara shakes her head and bites her lower lip in frustration. She sits up, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out into the bright gloom.
"I love you," he says, walking towards her, sitting beside her.
"You know I do," he grabs her hand. She nods, looking into his eyes, feeling her frustration float off.
