Evelyn Table London Novels & Stories

It means i have sometime to set the table. I looked at the table which was filled with her favorites dishes and decorated with flowers and candles. After sometime i heard someone walking towards me. I saw Evelyn walking towards me with a smile. She was looking very beautiful in the black dress. I knew that she will look amazing in this dress when i saw the dress in the mall. "So what's the occasion " she asked me while raising her eyebrows. "Umm..let's eat first " i replied her. She nodded her head and started filling her plate with food

“Forget it. Don’t force yourself.” I took her gently by her wrist and led her to my private dining hall and watched her carefully. Food was served—lavish, delicate meals Evelyn used to love. But there was a plate of spicy garnished lamb on the table. I hissed. Evelyn didn't like lamb, in fact it was like a wolf's bane to her. The maid must have added it there because she thought I would be eating. She didn’t touch it at first, just stared. I was about to call a maid to remove the tray when suddenly she picked up her spoon and began eating the lamb The words involuntarily died in my throat. She ate quickly, as though starving.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Dinner was at seven. The formal dining room, its long table reduced to one end for three people, candles lit, the sea audible through the walls the way it's audible in old coastal houses — not loud, just present, like the house breathing. Evelyn had rested for two hours and came to dinner looking, if anything, sharper. She'd changed her cardigan for a dark jacket, the same pearls, and she sat at the head of the table with the ease of a woman who had presided over this room for seventy years and intended to keep doing so for as long as she had left.

"That would mean it wasn't due to your courtesy that I found an interesting piece of a woman's clothing hanging off a plant the first time I visited Adrian's place. It actually must've been Adrian. I'm sure the better and more gentlemanly brother wouldn't know of this." I smirked as he looked at me with wide eyes, the tips of his ears and even his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. He stuttered for a while but I waved my hand in dismissal. "Don't worry about it. Your secret is safe with me. As long as you limit your nonsense. Oh, and if you've forgotten, my name's Evelyn, not Lyn. Now, shall we order?" *** Eva was finally returning home tomorrow.

"Relax. Think it over. Besides, if you move to London, I’ll finally have someone worth a damn to grab a drink with at the Thames." I laughed with him, but the sound felt hollow. A massive, looming question had already taken root in my mind. What happens to Evelyn if this actually happens? I looked at the curve of her shoulders from a distance. I shook my head, trying to banish the image of a departure that hadn't even been decided yet. POV: Evelyn The conversation at our table had shifted toward the far side of the Atlantic. Noelle was practically glowing as she described her life in the UK.

She glanced at him briefly, finding him unbothered, as if this high-stakes introduction meant nothing at all. Evelyn moved to her seat at the head of the table. Everyone remained standing until she sat, and only then did the others follow suit. Mercy took her seat beside Victor, while Aurelian remained standing for a heartbeat longer before silently pulling out the chair next to her. The room seemed to adjust its orbit around him. Evelyn looked around the table, her gaze sharp and unforgiving. “You all know why you are here,” she said, her voice clear and calm. No one dared to interrupt. She turned slightly toward Mercy. “This is Mercy. My granddaughter. My heir.”

A few minutes later, the family gathered at the long, polished mahogany table of the formal dining room. The scene was deceptively beautiful. The morning sun poured through the high arched windows, illuminating the heavy silver tea sets, the delicate porcelain plates, and the baskets of warm, freshly baked croissants. Evelyn sat at the head of the table, looking radiant, calm, and entirely peaceful as she gently stirred her cup of Earl Grey tea with a silver spoon.

“This one.” She touched the rim. Not too hot. She blew across the surface and sipped twice. The temperature was just right. The hotel served good tea. She was about to set the cup down when she caught sight of the strawberry cake on Nicholas’s plate. Her gaze stalled. She looked up at him. “Did the hotel make this cake?” “Yes.” Nicholas answered and pushed the plate to her. Up close, the dessert looked even more familiar. Evelyn stared at it, studying the details. It was almost identical to the cakes from the Royal London Bakery.

The tray in my hands didn’t tremble, but my knuckles were white around the handles. The Caldwells’ garden looked like it came straight out of a catalog. White parasols bloomed above a crystal-clear table where Evelyn Caldwell sat with three other women who all looked and smelled like money. Not perfume— just money. The breeze rustled the linen napkins like even nature knew it should behave here. I stepped toward the table, making sure to keep my posture straight, and my eyes low.

“I believe we've already—"Lucas started. "—heard so much about each other," Evelyn cut in quickly, her heart pounding. "Ethan's told me wonderful things about his family." Lucas raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. "Has he? How... thorough of him." Harrison clapped his hands together. "Shall we move to the dining room? I'm sure we all have much to discuss." The dining room took Evelyn's breath away. Crystal glasses lined the table , and what looked like real gold glided the ceiling. The table seemed to stretch for miles, set with more forks and spoons than she'd ever seen in her life.