Chapter Seven: Why now

Eve’s pov 

Emily Carter..?

“Hi Logan.” She still had that innocent creepy smile from years back. 

Most people would start with congratulations Logan. I wonder what her deal was with Logan. 

“You didn’t forget about me huh?” She dusted off something from his shoulder.   

She totally ignored my presence. Did she even see me standing here or is she not aware that we just got married. 

Maybe she doesn’t recognize me. 

“Good to see you Emily.” Logan chuckles. 

It might  actually be a good thing that she doesn’t recognize me. I mean, I am not over my past with that evil little tiny thing.... 

Ahhh...  I signed in my head. 

With the way Logan has been acting up, I am sure he won’t introduce me to anyone. 

Plus, there was no need to talk to Emily. It never ends well for us and I am not willing to let her ruin my day. 

I picked up a little of my growth from the ground and I was about to make my way into the crowd when I heard my name. 

“Eve...” 

“Eve?” The sarcasm in her voice. I remember it like it was yesterday. That was exactly how she would call my name when she set me up. 

“Eve is that you?” I resist rolling my eyes. 

I mean it’s obviously me. I have my pictures hanging all over the place.

I turned to face them. 

“Oh Emily.” I didn’t mean to sound that way but anyone around could tell I was bored of her drama from my tone. 

“It’s so good to see you.” She pulled me in for a hug. 

That’s a first.. 

I just stayed stiff in her hands. I didn’t want to think I was over reacting because of my history with her but her hug was a little too close and tight. 

Or was she actually now a different person and she didn’t recognize me at first. 

Do people really change? 

If she did change, then it must have been some kind of  divine intervention or something because the Emily I know or should I say I used to know… 

Logan ignored the scene and he didn't even pay attention. 

“Logan dear.” She called to his attention after letting go of me. 

Dear? This evil tiny thing sure does have a lot of nerve. Logan and I might be on bad terms, but I once had feelings for him  and maybe I still do, if only he is willing to forgive me. 

But calling my husband of just Two hours and some minutes “dear” is too much. 

“Do you know Eve and I go way back?” Her every sentence seems to amaze me. 

We sure as hell do go way back, when all you tried to do was make me take the blame for things I didn’t do and also tried to make me go to prison. I wanted to scream those words out so badly, but I had to keep my cool.

“Oh really..? but as far as I know you have not been in the country for years now.” Logan seemed interested in the conversation. It made my stomach twist like I was going to throw up.

I am not ashamed of my past, I have never been. But it would have just been better if the past could just stay in the past, because all Emily might try to do is paint me to be what I am not and Logan at this point might as well just believe whatever she says since he has the habit of believing people's words over mine. I am nothing to him other than an arsonist daughter. 

“Eve come on why don’t you tell him where we know each other from.” She smiled those creepy smiles at me. 

I was hesitant.  

I have no reason not to say where I know her from,  but what I am afraid of is the back story she might come up with. 

“Come on.” She raised a brow. 

“We..” I was about to say something but she had to jump in as she always does. 

“What has it been?” 

“Five years?”

“Six years?” 

“Ahh.. ahh.” She laughed gently with her hand slightly over her lips. I wonder what could be so funny. I wasn’t laughing and Logan just seemed lost. 

“Funny how time flies.” she added. 

“Eve here..  used to work as my housemaid years back.” She picked out something from my hair. I could bet there was nothing in my hair. She is just trying to play one of her dirty little tricks. 

She should emphasize on the “used to” because I am no longer that girl she could rub in the mud when she pleases to. 

“She sure was as hell of a hard working maid.” She chuckled. 

“Good thing life didn’t end for you when you stole my moms necklace. You wouldn’t have seen your big day and thanks to Mr Arther to for rebranding you.” She said in a low tone like she was whispering to me but enough for Logan to hear. 

What? I screamed in my mind. 

How dare she say that to me. 

What was I expecting?  

Just a few minutes ago, anyone that saw the way she hugged me would think we were best of friends and I was almost fooled to think she is a changed person. But I guess not. 

She is still the same evil, ruthless and self centered bitch that can do anything to get what she wants. 

I must admit she took me by surprise.

I expected her to say many things but I didn’t see that coming. It hit me like a bomb. 

It all happened years ago. I didn’t steal her mom’s necklace. This evil thing set me up but since I was poor and helpless, I couldn't prove otherwise. If her dad didn't insist that they let things go, I would have been behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit. 

“But that’s all in the past, I forgave her a long time ago you know…” She said to Logan with a huge smile plastered on her face breaking the awkward silence. 

I clenched my hand into a fist and I forced a smile. I was not going to give her the satisfaction of thinking her games got to me. 

I didn’t flinch neither did Logan. I was looking at Logan throughout for some reason. I don’t know why what he would think of me mattered to me. 

“Good thing you’ve buried the hatchet.” Logan’s voice was straight and so was his face. I couldn’t read him and it ate me up. 

“Excuse me.” He said and with that he made his way. 

I was going to excuse myself first but he beat me to it. I have no  intentions of sticking around and tolerating all of Emily’s rubbish. 

Logan might not have said anything in my defense, but deep down I am happy that he at least didn’t give Emily the satisfaction of trying to humiliate me. 

But too bad he left her with me, because now I was actually going to give her something to hold on to. 

With Emily I do not  have to do much. 

She wants a fight then she is gonna get one. 

I turned to face her. 

“If you ever try to pull any stunt on me again,  I will make sure it’s the last you get to do.” I looked her in the eye and made my case with a gentle creepy smile on my face. 

The reaction I got from her expression was pleasing enough. 

I walked away. I needed some space away from the crowd, so I went to the restroom. 

It was private for me as the bride and had all the peace and quiet I desperately needed. 

“Ahh..” I let out a sign of relief, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked much more beautiful than at my first wedding. 

At the thought of the look on Emily’s face when I put her in her place,  my lips lifted for a little smile. 

I was about to turn on the tap when I heard a sound and the lights suddenly went off. 

“Who’s there?”