Evie can’t see where she’s going when she leaves Carlos’ party, her vision is blurry from crying, her mascara is ruined, her eyes are stinging. She has to get away from the laughter behind her.
“You want to be my friend, don’t you?” Mal asked, and then she locked Evie in Hell’s closet. Everyone saw, everyone knew, except her. The naive castle-schooled princess.
Evie wipes furiously at her eyes, trips over a fallen fishing crate, and realizes she took the wrong path and ended up at the docks.
She hears the click of heeled boots, the scrape of a sword along the ground.
“I think you wandered into the wrong part of town, Princess Blueberry.”
Evie is quickly starting to hate that word, “Don’t call me that,” She sniffs, “My name’s Evie.”
“Congrats on knowing your own name.” There’s a weighted pause, then, “You can call me Uma.”
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05 Aug 2019