Evelyn Payne Novels & Stories

suggested Sophia. "Oh, of course. I can't wait," replied Evelyn. With plans set in motion for the upcoming concert, Sophia and Evelyn eagerly chatted about the shopping spree that awaited them. Their laughter filled the room as they shared ideas about the perfect dresses and accessories for the special event. Despite Sophia's earlier reluctance to attend, the promise of seeing Maestro Paus perform had reignited her passion for music.

I rested a hand on her ankle. Better. This was better. She went back to her phone. I looked at the window. “She’s not what I expected,” Evelyn said. I went very still. “Daisy Wright.” She said it lightly, casually, like she was commenting on the weather. Her eyes stayed on her phone. “I’d seen pictures. Read interviews. But in person she’s—” she paused, choosing carefully— “different.” “She’s exactly what she appears to be,” I said. Evelyn made a small sound. Not agreement. Not disagreement. Just acknowledgement, the way she did when she’d decided not to push.

But Rowan had recorded the important parts on an audio file for me, reading the information aloud so I could listen. I pulled up the audio file and pressed play. Rowan's voice filled the silence of my suite. "Evelyn Bennett, age twenty-four. Born to Richard and Stella Bennett. Mother passed away when Evelyn was 10, and Father remarried Victoria Bennett approximately eighteen months after Stella’s death. Victoria has one child from a previous relationship—Damien Bennett, stepbrother to Evelyn." The file continued, detailing Evelyn's education, her business training, and her early successes with the company.

With Brian right next to her, they had to show her respect. Moreover, they weren't really just flattering. Evelyn was indeed known as the most beautiful woman in Gleaston. Nobody had seen anyone surpass her. Evelyn gave a small smile and said politely, "You're all too kind. I've heard that Ms. Smith is supposed to be quite a beauty. I don't dare compare myself to her." She looked at Brian and asked, "What do you think?" Brian remained indifferent and didn't respond. Just then, they heard the sound of a car engine outside.

For starters, Evelyn hated amusement parks, whereas this photo seemed to be taken in one. My Evelyn was the definition of refinement, elegance, and had a commanding presence as the daughter of an aristocrat. However, the woman in this picture appeared carefree, bubbly, and... fun. Could it be that Evelyn had a twin sister, and this Sheila was her long-lost twin? Later, James called me and sent a file containing Sheila's bio-data. “Sheila Grayson, 24 years old, worked at Ritz Breakfast Cafe, illegitimate daughter of Mr. Stevenson Grayson,” I read aloud, skipping over some unnecessary details.

I can’t decide if I should make him breakfast, an extra-large coffee, or six shots of vodka, as he looks really exhausted like a tired pigeon. Ryan nods without giving me any attention while his hands' movement increases. He looks like Flash working with papers in a government bank. I leave him to do his work and walk towards my table. *Tring* "Hello?" I speak as I get seated in my chair. "Ethan! Hi, this is Rita. How are you?" A flirtatious, girlish voice comes from the phone. This bitch.

"I'd starve to death if I did." "You're not going to have Gamma Adrian wait on the terrace all through lunch now are you?" Payton slapped me lightly on the shoulder with an encouraging smile, "Evelyn will save your lunch." I watched Payton go before my gaze settled on Evelyn. "What do you think this is about?" She shrugged cluelessly. But there was something in her eyes, whatever it was made her once bright eyes dull out. "Save my lunch, this shouldn't take long." I got to my feet and headed towards the entrance.

When Aurora arrived at the TV station, Evelyn sat in the makeup room, bored out of her mind and scrolling through her phone. She didn't look worried at all. Seeing Aurora soaked from the rain, Evelyn grinned and said, "Well, well, if it isn't the heiress of the Pendletons. What's got you running errands?" Evelyn's assistant chimed in, sucking up as usual, "Heiress of the Pendletons? There's only you, the eldest, and the youngest, Sophia. This one doesn't look like a rich young lady at all."

Our group consisted of the 4 of us. "Hey man." Phillip greeted. Phillip is my best friend. We went to kindergarten and have been close ever since. "Hey Phil." I smiled. "Guys have you seen Cassidy. I've been looking for her." Evelyn frowned. Evelyn Parker is a brunette with deep brown eyes and her hair reaches shoulder length. She has a bubbly personality and and is very talkative. She and Philip dated for two months but broke things off because they were better off as friends.

Evelyn gave me the tablet and turned towards Celine leaving a choice for me to choose. Evelyn tried to whisper but that idiot didn't know that I can hear all her apologies and acts to make Celine become normal. They both seem to have good chemistry. Why do I get a feeling that these two have a thing? I shook my hand and started going through the pics. I finally selected the three and gave the tablet back to Evelyn to choose the best out of them. They finally chose and Evelyn showed me the pic. I gave back the tablet and took out my phone. I sent the pic they chose to the agency confirming the location.