The Good Sister

Chapter 1

Evie stood in the door, her ruffled pink dress falling behind her in waves. She watched Eiza with envious eyes as she played with Scarlett. Eiza was in her grand white dress that contained more tulle than Evie could ever before imagine possible. Same as hers, Vivian's and Scarlett's dress, it was covered with white butterflies. That was their theme – Vivian insisted they needed something to show they belonged. Did she belong though, Evie wondered, her eyes following Eiza spinning carefully in her dress for the greatest amusement of Scarlett.

No wonder Eiza needed a second dress to be able to move around, sit down or dance; one that Cristiano went out of his way for; a dress covered with diamonds, fully. But that was Eiza; grand, unapologetic, demanding attention, taking it without hesitation almost same as her sister, Vivian; except that Vivian took everything with grace, with the utmost naturality, she didn't even have to take it, it was given to her – the awe, the attention, all of it.

And Evie... Nor she could demand it, nor she got it. She was plain, boring even. But that wasn't what stung. She didn't like being the centre of the attention, never craved it. However, as she watched Eiza with her niece, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever belong like Vivian suggested. Where was her place in this story? Where did she fit in?

When her father had found out he had another daughter, Evie had been over the moon. She'd figured after the loss of her mother, finally she wouldn't be alone again. Except that Eiza hadn't wanted her for a long time and even now... Evie couldn't help but feel like an intruder. Eiza already had a sister and it wasn't her but Vivian; Vivian who'd raised Eiza, who they've been through together worse things than she could even start fathoming, things that's bonded them in ways no laws of biology, blood ties could.

They'd asked you to be their bridesmaid, she rolled her eyes, trying to convince herself that she was just being silly. On the other hand her dad had offered to walk both of them down the aisle and it would have been rude not to involve her at that point. As if Eiza cared about being rude.

"Evangelina." A startled yelp burst from her and she spun around, bumping right into the blonde man wrapped into a tight suit jacket and matching skinny pants. He was mouthwatering... Also, one look was enough that she felt her cheeks burning and as soon as that happened, she only blushed even harder, knowing he could see her embarrassment. Good job he wasn't a mindreader because she wasn't all embarrassed by her reaction to him but her thoughts that rioted immediately; Caden taking her against the wall right here, right now; Caden thrusting into her over and over again while she screamed his name so everyone could here who was ravaging her body; Caden bending her over the nearest table, her butt in the air –

"Evangelina!" He waved in front of her face and she blinked rapidly, even more blood rushing into her face. Thank all the saints that he couldn't read minds.

"Yes?" She shook her head, clearing her throat. God, she hated this man. He was... He was everything they warned girls about and yet... Yet, it hurt her pride that back in time when they'd first met when she'd been a freshman at university, he'd taken every girl but her. He hadn't wanted her, only her... And then when she'd been working with him during the time of his injury when his football career had ended... He'd taken all the volunteers, as well, all of them but her. Was she really that ugly, sometimes she wanted to scream at him. It was a humiliating twist of life to have him back in her circles.

"Did you see Cris?" His blonde hair was styled perfectly for the occasion, like he'd just gotten out of bed with the curls falling over his forehead and yet, leaving no doubt he'd put care into his looks. "Evangelina?"

"Evie, my name is Evie," she huffed, annoyed with him, her fingers running over the ruffles of her dress over and over again. She hated he called her by her full name. She couldn't tell why. Maybe because first time he'd said it, she'd thought she'd meant something to him because there'd been something in his voice... something she'd imagined, no doubt. "You should know that by now."