31- Evania
Christina had been here twice in one day.
Twice.
By noon on day two, I started to wonder if I’d finally lost my mind.
There was no other explanation for why I had tolerated her for this long.
The first visit was bad. The second, worse. Between her comments about my weight, subtle hair insults, and dramatic sighs, I seriously wondered if enduring her was worth it.
I pressed my lips together, replaying one of her comments from yesterday.
"You have such a lovely face. If we could just balance the proportions a little more..."
Balance the proportions.
If it wasn’t for the fact that I had never been to a ball before in my life, I would have given her a piece of my mind already.
But unfortunately, I needed her. Or maybe I was convincing myself I did, because I wanted to fit in and prove I belonged at this event.
Or at least that’s what I had told myself.
“Maybe I have lost my mind,” I muttered.
Apparently, she was very well known in elite circles for preparing women for events like this one. Which meant tolerating her comments… for now. Still, after two days oflistening to her, I couldn’t help wondering if she behaved like this with all of Callahan’s exes.
The thought had been bothering me since yesterday because if she did, then maybe I was overreacting. But if she didn’t… Then there was an entirely different problem. That curiosity was exactly why I had called Emily earlier this morning.
Emily had answered quickly, sounding cheerful as always. “Hi, Evania! What’s up?”
I leaned back against the couch, trying to sound casual. “Hey. I had a question.”
“That sounds suspicious already.”
I ignored the comment. “So… Callahan’s exes.”
Emily hummed thoughtfully. “What about them?”
“What did they usually look like? Except Victoria, of course.”
There was a short pause.
Then she said, very matter-of-factly, “Tall. Very thin. Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. Basically, the kind of women who look like they belong on the cover of luxury magazines.”
I blinked. “Oh.”
Emily’s voice softened slightly. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason,” I lied quickly.
But the answer had stuck with me long after the call ended.
Tall. Thin. Perfect hair. Perfect makeup.
Perfect hair.
Perfect makeup.
