Evelyn Crawford sighed in self-deprecation as her eyes drooped.
Such purity and untainted beauty, like a lotus blooming unsoiled from the mire, that was the Amanda Jenkins whom Jasper Bollock cherished in his heart.
Evelyn Crawford, however, tainted by darkness, was like a flower of the other shore blooming atop a grave of sin.
She would never catch Jasper's eye, let alone his heart.
"Evelyn, I've been wanting to work on a design recently, but inspiration has eluded me, can you help me out?" asked Amanda.
Evelyn's pale, cracked lips twitched but lacked the strength to speak. Instead, she looked at Amanda with questioning eyes.
What could she possibly help Amanda with?
"Just keep me company and chat. Answer a few questions and that should do," said Amanda.
Evelyn nodded, and they sat facing each other on the couch.
"Do you mind if I ask about your past?" asked Amanda.
