EVELYN SAT down drumming her fingers anxiously on the tabletop one of Dionysus Bar's tables waiting anxiously for Matt to arrive. Has she arrived early? She had a habit of setting an alarm when she had any form of appointment and she'd set an alarm earlier than usual to give herself time to glam up. She found her phone in her bag and check the time. It was 07:32 pm. It was way past the time they had agreed to meet up. What was taking him so long? Could he be stuck in traffic? Evelyn looked around scanning the area. She hated this place. Not only was it too pricey here in Dionysus Bar, she still harbored some horrible memories of the last time she was here. But she couldn't think of any other safer place to have a decent conversation without being hassled by reporters and paparazzi. Being a celebrity's girlfriend was no joke. Her privacy was gone. Totally! It was rumpled and tossed right out of the universe. She couldn't move out through the front entr

EVELYN BOUNCED from day to day on a bubble of pure happiness. All of her problems were still out there on the horizon, but for now, she was on cloud nine. Her designs were all over the map. Lots of people were lining up to order her dresses. Over eighty-five percent of her followers were interested in her designs. At this rate, she would probably host a fashion show and it would be destined to be a smashing success. Evelyn had no idea her clothes would be out there in circulation by now. She'd planned to go big next year in Paris but it was happening earlier than expected. And she was psyched up. Doris was doing a good job as her fashion arbiter and model. With her stylishness and popularity combined, some people were eager to copy her looks. And that gave her designs even more publicity than they already had. Though Doris had her own "Jeff problems" to deal with, she'd still gone out of her way to support her with her career and plans to seek justice for her sis

TILTING HER head back, Evelyn savored the Los Angeles sun. The weather was still delightful at nine o'clock in the morning before the real heat and humidity set in. Seated at the outdoor table close to the guitar-shaped swimming pool, she had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a perfect cup of coffee to start her day. She was dressed in a form-fitting torn jean skimpy shorts that displayed her bare long legs and a tight peach crop top that hugged her body making her boobs extra pronounced. The silver butterfly-shaped belly button ring which glittered from the reflection of the sun perfected the entire look. Evelyn read the social pages with the same avid interest that older women devoted to watching telenovela series. She soaked in all the latest designs and trends. She felt more at ease focusing a little on her career now she knows she had more capable people assisting her with her quest. And at the rate her clothes were selling she had to come up with new designs. Fast.

SAFELY PUTTING away the Christmas decorations at the storage room where she'd gotten them from, Evelyn beamed at how smart she'd thought earlier. She'd deliberately set them up because she knew Jason well enough to want her to remove the poster of her celebrity crush, Adam Cupid. So she'd come up with the idea of giving him an even worse option. TSK, WORKS ALL THE TIME! Adam Cupid was the only artisté Evelyn would assert to be obsessed with. She'd loved both him and his songs right from the very first day of his debut five years ago. Back then, when the second wave of depression over her sister's death had caught up to her, his debut title song YOU'LL BE FINE popped up on the cab radio she'd boarded. The song had spoken to her and given her hope when she'd felt like giving up, to the extent she'd felt like he'd written the song just for her. And all his songs since then had had the same effect on her. Over the years, Evelyn had grown a sort of undying love for him. He

"JASON!" NORA loose a squeal of excitement and ran towards him the moment she noticed him walking into the hallway. Jason lifted her into his arms and hurled her up in the air which made her squeal more in excitement. "Hiya, kiddo!" He said in his best cowboy accent trying to imitate Ray from Nora's favorite kid's show "Treasure Hunt With Ray". That was their little ritual. Nora giggled. " Hiya, Jason!" She replied, planting a moist kiss on his cheek. "Why haven't you been around for a while now?" She pouted her bottom lip. "Don't you miss me?" "Of course I miss you, little princess" he said smoothing out her hair that had been ruffled up from hurling her in the air. "I've been really busy lately. Here's a peace offering." He took a little pink backpack— designed to look like a unicorn— off his right shoulder. "Wow! Unicorn!" She grabbed it from him. "Thank you!" "Where's daddy?" Jason asked striding towards Brad's bedroom. Nora flickered her little foref