Chapter 95 - Evelyn POV
"So, Lady Daphne, huh?"
I flinch at my sister's words.
"What about her?" I ask, trying to sound indifferent.
"Hmmmnnn, nothing, nothing," she says, her voice far too casual to be innocent.
I continue brushing my hair, trying to ignore her, when I feel her hands gently on my shoulders. She takes the brush from me and begins brushing my hair herself. It's comforting—something we haven't done in years.
"You can lie to anyone, Evelyne," she says softly, "but you can't lie to me."
I don't respond. I stare at the mirror. At my own eyes. I try not to blink.
"I saw the way you looked at her," she continues.
"You love her."
My hands clench the fabric of my nightgown. I'm not ashamed. Not of the love. But of how it sits in a world that has no place for it. A world where our kind of happiness is unspoken, forbidden.
"It doesn't matter," I say, voice barely above a whisper.
She stops brushing.
"It matters to me. You're my sister. And I know you."
