Chapter 9 The Fallen Princess And The Winter Coat

• "Evelyn? Evelyn Meyers?"
• The voice was cool, melodic, and draped in a thick layer of disbelief. Evelyn froze, her hand halfway through straightening a silk blouse. She turned slowly to see Mary Donald standing there, hand in hand with her boyfriend
• Mary was the only woman in the city who had ever truly rivaled Evelyn in both beauty and status. They had been in the same social circles for six years. They had been classmates who respected each other's style but stayed at an icy distance. Mary hadn't hated Evelyn; she had simply looked down on her for being "blind" enough to let Tail Watson and Tanya Banks lead her by the nose for a decade.