Chapter 47
Evelyn’s POV
I can only imagine what this looks like. Especially as Bianca bursts into tears.
I feel Kane’s presence before I see him. He appears at my side, between Bianca and myself as he takes
us both in.
Bianca’s face is already tear stained and whines or whimpers fall from her lips. Meanwhile, my blonde hair feels like a mess, my clothes dust-ridden, and my lips set in a grim line. Needless to say, I’m fed up.
Yet, Kane doesn’t seem to care about this. Not as he inevitably turns to Bianca.
“What happened?” he asks her pointedly.
Bianca sniffles. “I don’t even know. I was out in the hall when I heard Josie start screaming my name for help. We rushed in here and Evelyn had her by the arm, yanking her. Then when I tried to diffuse the situation, Evelyn yelled at me and threw a mop at me.”
How convenient that Bianca decided to leave out some important details, like the fact that they’d trashed the dining room. Or – you know-how she threatened everyone into not helping me.
“It’s true,” Josie jumps in, making a show of rubbing her arm. “I was just in here trying to help.”
“We all were,” another member of Bianca’s entourage calls out.
“We noticed Evelyn was behind so we offered to help her clean the dining room, but then she screamed at us and refused our help,” Bianca offers. “But hardly anything is done in preparation for the dinner. It’s clear she can’t handle this, and if she can’t handle this then how is she supposed to be our Luna?”
All the other women begin to nod in agreement, attempting to make their eyes shine with unshed tears.
“I agree! Her lack of planning clearly shows she’s an unfit Luna,” one of Bianca’s minions offers.
“She’s obviously incapable of handling the planning and prep,” another woman offers. “Everything is a
mess!”
“Bianca should take over,” Josie declares then, practically demands. “The dinner is supposed to be tomorrow night and if Evelyn isn’t capable of letting people help her and getting us to work together, then she shouldn’t be in charge.”
All of their words swirl around me. It’s practically dizzying. I can’t believe that they’d be bold enough to complain about their Luna this way, but I’m also not surprised.
It’s clear they women had been planning this. I can tell from the hint of a smile that Bianca allows to slip before she hides it away again. I tear my eyes away from her, glancing to Kane instead. Is he actually buying this?
As my gaze lands on the side of his face, I study the crease set between his brows as he takes in all of
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the words that have been thrown at him. He doesn’t look completely convinced as his own stare shifts from one woman to another, then lingering on Bianca.
He scans her, taking in her tears but I don’t miss how her notices a patch of dirt and dust at the bottom of her dress. His brow furrows harder.
“Kane,” Bianca whimpers, causing his eyes to bounce back up to meet hers. “She’s not ready for this Everything is obviously falling apart.”
Kane sighs, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“Alright,” he finally says and my brows pull together.
“I think it’s best that Bianca takes over the preparation for the dinner,” Kane states. It takes everything not to let my jaw drop open. I can visibly notice the satisfaction that flashes through Bianca and her
minions at his words.
However, Kane’s attention slides to me.
“Evelyn -” he begins. He doesn’t sound annoyed, but that doesn’t stop my own frustration from blossoming inside of me.
“I don’t need her help,” I state calmly despite my growing anger. “I can handle this, Kane. Just as long as they don’t keep -”
“I think it would be best for everyone if we just smooth this over now and let Bianca handling it,” Kane says. He’s still level-headed, as if he sees perfect logic in his decision. And perhaps there is good reasoning, but I’m growing annoyed at his inconsistency.
“You wanted me to handle the banquet,” I say, my frustration growing evident. “And now you’ve just suddenly changing your mind?”
“I think it would be best,” he tries.
“And I think you’re being inconsistent,” I admit harshly. “You’re contradicting yourself.”
And what annoys me the most is that I can tell he has his doubts about Bianca and her friend’s claims I saw it in the way he stared at her, studied her.
“Evelyn, we will discuss this later,” Kane says, starting to speak between his teeth.
“There’s nothing to discuss,” I fire back. “I get it. You don’t believe I can handle this. But I can and I will. Without any of your help. I’ll do it on my own.”
Kane rolls his jaw, staring at me as I throw my words at him. Now I seem to be the one he’s soaking in there are subtle hints that he’s feeling a little torn, but he says nothing.
“I will plan the banquet,” I declare, not caring about Bianca’s crew glaring behind Kane’s back. “On my
own.”
Maybe I’ll even go as far as locking them all out of the dining room, if I have to. But one way or another –
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