Then Evelyn noticed me.
“Come here!” she called, waving me over. She put her arm around my shoulders. “Everyone, this is my sister, Varity. She works at the courthouse.”
“She’s just admin,” Evelyn added quickly, laughing. “Keeps things organized.”
That familiar heat rose again. The old instinct told me to joke, to disappear.
But Daniel didn’t laugh.
He looked at me carefully, then at Evelyn, then back at me.
“Dinner is served,” the caterer announced.
As we sat down, Daniel paused and looked at me again.
Dinner went on. Speeches were made. Praise was poured onto Evelyn. Then she stood again.
“Some people are built to argue important cases,” she said, smiling at Daniel. “And some people are built to answer phones.”
She looked directly at me. “Right, Varity?”
That was when Daniel turned fully toward me.
“What exactly do you do at the courthouse?” he asked.
The table went silent.
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