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Chapter 9: Evelyn

Author: Zayden Noir
last update publish date: 2026-05-12 01:39:28

The invitation arrived four days after the dinner, handwritten on ivory card stock in a slanting, deliberate script. The paper was thick and the envelope was sealed with something that was not quite wax — a formal adhesive embossed with a small, plain E. Aria held it at the kitchen counter and read it twice before setting it down and going about her morning.

Evelyn Blackwood requested the pleasure of her company for afternoon tea. A date — the following Thursday. A time — two o'clock. A privat
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