The Tale of Eve

The Tale of Eve

LETTURE 602
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Parti 18

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Ultima pubblicazione mer, apr 22, 2020

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'I know but it can never happen. My Dad won't allow it' 1239 Rockwalker Road, Westlake, Malibu, CA. On the 3rd floor, 2nd door to your left, you will find 15-year-old Eve Harrington. The only daughter of wealthy businessman, James Harrington. The dirtiest snob on the planet, the man only cared for money and having a good reputation. Not about compassion or other people. Eve and her older brother, Harry, were only born for the family's heritage, nothing else. Their parents' didn't care about their feelings or their personal lives. Eve's brother loved living like a high-class gentleman, Eve, on the other hand, did not one bit. She hated it. She saw more of her butler than her actual parents. Her brother had recently graduated high school and now ran part of her family's business. He only got the job because he was the son of the man in charge, he only cared about being good-looking. Unlike Harry, Eve cared about better things than just looking good, she was a straight-A student, a master musician and was head of the computing and DJ club. She was practically guaranteed a spot in college and she was only a 10th grader. But Eve craved for something, something that she couldn't put her finger on, something more. It was something that called to her, like how the sand calls to sea or how the leaves are called to the tree. Most of the time Eve just brushed it off, but the feeling remained all the same, no matter how much she ignored it. But that something would soon find its way towards her, leading her down a road of conflict, which will lead her towards her destiny. This is a work of fiction. Any reference to any person, living or dead, or event is entirely coincidental.

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