Chapter 35

**Evangeline's POV**

Saturday night comes like death row. I've tried on four different outfits, each one looking more wrong than the last. The cream invitation sits on my dresser, taunting me with fancy script and gold letters.

*You're invited to celebrate with Celeste Hartwell*

*Saturday, 7 PM*

*Formal attire requested*

I finally pick Mom's simple black dress. It's the nicest thing I own, and wearing it makes me feel like she's here with me. ...