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▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Real life ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
Evara stood out on the balcony as the breeze swept over the large house.
The couple had been at a dinner party; a friend of Callum's had thrown one celebrating a new movie that they were to start working on soon.
Evara was alone once again, too nervous to approach someone else to start a conversation. And too anxious to speak with anyone else here; there was another woman who seemed to look just a tad bit like Evara.
She had light fair skin and pin-straight hair, blue eyes. You could tell she was bi-racial, specifically black and white. She came in with two white men dressed in suits; by the way they interacted with one another, they were very close.
Maybe too close.
Evara had taken acknowledgment to her presence, but the second she made eye contact with her, she looked almost disgusted. She immediately looked away while Evara sank in some more into Callum's clutch. His hand gripping her waist as he took constructive criticism. His soft smile fused with tension; his other hand starting to form a fist.
As they both gripped on one another physically, they were crying for one another mentally. Already re-stating how they were going to gossip about the conversations and weird looks they received.
Evaras thoughts went silent as a cold hand was placed on her back, fingers gripping onto her shoulder. The nails on the woman felt long and cold.
"How's the view?" She asked with a curious tone.
Evara turned around to the fair-skinned woman.
"It was a great sight until now," she replied with a sigh.
She pulled a gasp from the back of her mouth, running through her teeth, leaving a "geez" response.
"Shhh...Loose tongue you've got," She awkwardly smiled.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"...Evelyn," she lied, nodding her head.
"And you?" She asked.
"He calls you Evs?" The woman asked, completely ignoring Evaras question.
"And what should I be calling you?..." Evara questioned.
"Zebel..."(zuh- belle) she confessed, folding her lips together. Evara nodded.
"You look very young...How old are you?" She asked.
