Angela
Evelyn's tiny fingers play gently with my silver bracelets that cling around my wrist. She had grown to look a lot like Ethan. I noticed their similarities. Their differences. She was as though someone had beautifully combined Ethan and Christina's features together.
Her lips curve into a small smile whilst my fingers comb through her dark waves of tangled hair and she interestingly tugs at my crescent moon star, a charm on my bracelet.
"She's cute isn't she." The young lady sitting opposite me points out as we wait for all of the guests to collect a drink and then take their seat.
She looked to be in her early twenties, possibly late. Her pearly white teeth flashed as she grins at Evelyn's fascination and I noticed how uniquely beautiful she is. Although I didn't know who she was, I knew that she was a friend of Christina's.
"She is." I reply with a smile before looking back towards Evelyn who now is playing with the pink frills of her dress. "Are you a friend of Christina's?"
"Sort of. My boyfriend is friends with the groom. I have worked with Christina though." Her hand reaches out to clasp the stem of her glass. "How about yourself?"
"Christina is a good friend of mine, as is Ethan." I confess to her, my hand still raking through Evelyn's hair. "What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I'm a feminist activist." She explains and my eyes widen at her profession, feeling very impressed.
"Wow." I say with amazement and she smiles at my reaction before reaching to take a sip of her champagne. "So you worked with Christina with the abusive relationships project? I remember reading her article about that, you're Tamila right?" I ask remembering Christina mentioning her in one of our Skype calls.
"Yes we did and I am, I'm Tamila Miller." Tamila grins, her left leg lifting up to hang over her right leg. "What's your name, sorry? I don't think I know of you." She asks, her fingers running through her straight, black hair and she giggles at Evelyn who now traces patterns over my skin with her tiny finger.
"Angela Downing. I work for Vogue in London." I explain, my hand moving from Evelyn's hair to her back as I keep her on the chair because she begins to lean off it.
"And you used to work for Burberry here in New York." Her eyes and smile widens once she knows who I am. "My boyfriend has told me a lot about you."
Before I can ask with great curiosity who her boyfriend is, her attention moves to something behind me. Evelyn suddenly yet awkwardly climbs down from her seat to run behind me, a loud shriek falling from her lips.
"I'm sorry gorgeous, they didn't have any sparkling water so I just got you water." A familiar male voice speaks from behind me.
"That's fine, water will do perfectly." Tamila tells the man and I keep my body towards her, my heart beginning to deeply thud as I worry about who it is. "Angela this is my boyfriend, Landon."
"Angela?" Landon asks in surprise and I turn around to face him, my smile widely grinning with happiness as I look at his sweet and loving face, his eyes wide with excitement.
"Landon." I grin at him as he stands behind me in his smart, black tux before I stand from my sitting position.
I don't hesitate to wrap my arms tightly around his built figure and I notice that he has become more muscled since the last time I had seen him. His face isn't covered by his box framed glasses and it allows me to see his face clearly, he no longer had tired lines or dark circles under his eyes. He seems happy.
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Rude - Grayson Dolan
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