Evelyn walked back into the large room she had gotten dressed in, the little bit of exhaustion she was feeling masked by her glowing happiness. She went to sit at the edge of the bed, and took off her heels. Behind, Dinaia followed into the room, smiling as she joked:
"Was that girl your assistant who thought you had an affair with your own fiance? She is really lucky."
Evelyn also smiled, amused. Avrye was indeed lucky. Hopefully, after she got the bouquet of the bride, she would soon have luck in matters of love and get married too.
Evelyn shook her head, and shifted her focus away. She resumed her action of taking off her attire. Instead of helping, Dinaia turned to what she had in her hand:
"What will you do with this? Do you want to put it away first?"
Evelyn raised her eyes to the crystal award Dinaia was holding, then shifted her gaze to the wardrobe:
"Leave it aside. I will take it home soon."
The blonde was taken aback:
"Huh? Why would you go home?"
