She was not surprised when Evelyn walked down the stairs to the main floor wearing a tight-fitting black dress, with the makeup and hair befitting a runway model. With every step her bare leg poked out of the slits in the dress.
Clara realised that her mouth was half-open and snapped it shut. The grin on Evelyn’s face made it clear that she very much noticed the slight… She lives for it…
Although the situation was soon on the other foot, once Evelyn realised there were seven chairs at the table. Clara was challenged to catch the slight as Evelyn’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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