Evelyn Todd Novels & Stories

Other women would try so hard to gain Etheldreda's good favour and kiss up to her feet to make her acknowledge them, but Evelyn never exceeded the respectful greeting whenever they meet at any event. She was really graceful in her doings and so beautiful, that every highest quality of her clothes almost matched with the queen's taste. Etheldreda hated that. She really hated that Evelyn tried to be modest at everything, and didn't care to try and get associated with her like the others did. Using the perfect time to get her son marry into their family, was just the perfect thing she could do to infiltrate her plans. Trying to be humble, was the least she would do to achieve that.

Evelyn stood up and walked to the middle of the desks. She took a deep breath, and I followed her lead. “Miss Garrison, have you ever had a one-night stand?” I felt the colour drain from my face. What did this have to do with the case? “Miss Garrison?” “Yes, once.” “Do you remember when you had the one-night stand?” “It was about 2 weeks after I moved here.” “And when was that exactly?” “I moved here on November the 18th last year.”

She says as I slump my shoulders, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to convince them otherwise. --- As I step inside the grand hotel, I am taken aback. It looked like a queen was getting married. Well, have you seen Eleanor? She is a goddamn queen. But I didn’t think Hank could afford such a grand money, I am guessing she is rich. I look down at my sundress which looked very simple compared to the people surrounding me. I thought the dinner and celebration was at 8 pm. “Oh my god, Emily, you are here.” I see this beautiful, tall woman gracefully walking towards me with her tight red dress.

After receiving Mrs. Ford Sr.'s approval, Evelyn organized a grand party. She rented two floors of the Cloud Court Hotel, inviting many prominent families and celebrities from Jasper City. Due to the short notice, Evelyn was almost working non-stop, although tired, she always wore a smile on her face. After marrying into the Ford family for so many years, this was the first time she had organized such a grand event. Although she had hosted parties before, they were all arranged by the butler. Although this saved a lot of trouble, she always felt uncomfortable, thinking that the butler did not value her parties enough and was deliberately targeting her!

Her handbag was Chanel, and she was wearing a Louis Vuitton watch. Everything about her spoke of affluence. She must be Mr. Gregory's daughter. Mr. Gregory was a white-haired old man looking around seventy-five. He was a great man who had seen a lot in his lifetime. Mr. Gregory was cheerful when he saw me. "Devon, I am so happy you decided to see this old man. Come, let me introduce you to my granddaughter, her name is Evelyn. She is a very successful lady. At twenty-four, she was already one of the most famous designers in the country. Everything she has, she earned by herself."

I shook my head and thought, 'I have now become a piece of commodity used for trading between the two Kings. "Kane, you can't do that. Though She was my mate, but I rejected her. We have so many more maidens aside from her, so you can ask for anything or anyone better. If you desire a mate, I can bring all the virgins for you to pick from. But Evelyn is not suitable for you! She cannot be the focal point of this peace agreement!"

He asked them to come on stage so that all the people who were present could see them. Evelyn was dressed in a black designer full dress that outlined her body, showing her beautiful figure with a thin waist line. Her hair was braided and she had a light make up. She was wearing a pair of black high heels and had a black handbag. She put on a pair of silver ear rings and a matching necklace. On her wrist she had a watch that Tom bought for her at the beginning of their relationship.

The second wife of Richard Caldwell. She sat tall, her posture stiff as marble, her salt-and-pepper hair pulled into a flawless bun. She wore pearls, crimson lipstick, and a scowl as sharp as her diamond encrusted earrings. “This is the girl?” Evelyn asked, her tone dripping with disdain as she looked me up and down like I was dirt on her very designer shoe. Dean nodded once. “Hmm,” Evelyn said, unimpressed. “You look barely competent. I have no idea why you were recommended. I suppose it doesn’t matter. You’re here now.”

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”