Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte)

"So, what am I like now?" asked Evangeline, her curiosity piqued as they walked arm in arm toward the funeral home. Truth be told, Roslyn was hoping Evangeline would stick by her side.

With Cole gone, and his eldest son Yale bound to be at the reception thanking guests, she felt uneasy.

It had been ages since she had seen him. Having Evangeline there would make things less awkward.

The black and white photo showcased Cole's gentle, benevolent face.

Roslyn looked up, studying the lines of the face she knew so well, and bowed deeply in a silent gesture of respect.

Evangeline was just behind her, but she could not take her eyes off Cole's photo.

Yale looked the same as ever, his voice flat as he thanked Roslyn.

"My sympathies." Roslyn nodded politely, ready to lead Evangeline away.

However, Yale then broke the silence. "It's been ages, Roslyn."

"Yeah, what, over two months?"

Roslyn recalled the last time she saw Evangeline, who was not showing at all. Times had changed, and her baby bump was impossible to miss.

Two months with no calls, no texts. They were like strangers in their own worlds.

Roslyn, used to the quiet, cracked a slight smile. "You're busy, Yale. Evie and I won't keep you."

She grabbed Evangeline's arm and spun to leave, moving so fast it was almost like they were escaping. Pregnant Evangeline struggled to keep pace. Evangeline felt a pang of confusion. Was Roslyn that scared of Yale? She had never noticed before.

Not until she caught the wistful look in Roslyn's eyes.

Ah, yes. Roslyn had a thing for Yale.

However, what could Yale, the guy who was all about the family business, offer her?

Evangeline could not guess what was going through Yale's head.

Thinking that, Evangeline glanced back and caught Yale's eyes still on them.

A small smirk played on Evangeline's lips. She was dead certain Yale was not looking at her. That meant he had to be gazing at Roslyn. Thinking about it, Yale did seem to have a soft spot for Roslyn. Did that mean her best friend was about to become her aunt?

She was all for it, hands down.

After Cole's passing, the Foster family needed something happy to lighten the heavy air. Cole would have definitely wanted to see Yale getting hitched, watching from the stars.

However, there was something weird about the vibe between Yale and Roslyn. They obviously had the hots for each other, yet they just would not get together...

Evangeline stroked her chin, lost in thought.

She had no idea her silence was making Roslyn think she was still drowning in grief over Cole. Roslyn's voice was as soft as a whisper when she comforted her, "Evie, are you... all right?"

Roslyn's heart ached when she gazed at Evangeline's pale face, but she felt powerless. "I'm okay."

Evangeline gave a reassuring wave and guided Roslyn to sit on a bench nearby.

"I know we can't bring the dead back,

е

and Grandpa Cole... He was always so frail He never complained, but I

knew he was fighting

Cancer was brutal.

battle."

Cole always put on a brave face for Evangeline, but she was not clueless-she knew the truth.