IVACY HIGH #1
Eva's 'perfect' life is disrupted when she's adopted and thrusted rather unexpectedly and quite irrevocably into a whole new world where she encounters new friends, strange lifestyles, catastrophic situations, a dysfunctional sibling...
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EVA
My heart beat wildly in my chest, thumping around with so much force I thought it was going to beat right out and land at their pretty feet.
Feet that were clad in unnecessarily big fluffy slippers.
Two purple, two black.
I knew this, because my eyes were currently glued to them. There must be something so captivating about them, I wasn't quite sure what, but I was positive I would find that out within the next five minutes of my one-sided stare down. There was a possibility that the bodies might be just as interesting, even more so, but my eyes hadn't seemed to find the courage to make the rest of the journey.
All through the car ride, I'd been itching to know what they looked like. Dying to. Now, here I was, standing in front of them, with nothing stopping me but my stupid self. I had to be pushing a new level of stupidity with my delay.
Say something so I can look at you.
Talk to me so I can stare at you.
They didn't however. But that didn't stop my eyes from feeding their curiosity.
My eyes trailed up the legs wearing the purple coloured slippers, passed thick thighs hidden by a beautiful flowery gown, a surprisingly cinched waist and at last they came to rest on the face.
A face that belonged to Mrs Lawson.
She was the exact replica of her mother. The same softly curved face, same friendly eyes —although friendly wasn't the word I'd use to describe them right now, same straight nose and full lips. She and her mom could definitely pass off as twins. I even felt the same easy connection I'd felt with her mom.
In fact, the frown she was directing at me looked out of place on her face.
She was beautiful and had an aura that made me want to befriend her even though the chances of that happening were less than zero.
The other twin, though, gave me pause.
I knew a lot of pretty girls, had met even prettier girls, but never had I seen a face like the one in front of me.
She wasn't merely beautiful, she was devastating to look at. Heartbreakingly so. She had the same nose and eyes as her sister, with full down-turned lips that gave her an unimpressed look.
I chose to believe that was her usual look and not just a reaction to my presence, because hell, there was only so much I could handle.
I could easily see boys falling at her feet, irresistible to her beauty. I was straight, yet even I was finding it hard to stop gawking. I was pretty sure she could see the awe written all over my face —my gaping mouth was a dead giveaway. Anytime now, I'd pick my jaw up off the ground before flies swamped my mouth.
