The witches have a thing with sunsets, Evelina noticed. It could be after it or while it was occurring, but she was really certain that there's something between that time of day and witches.
She was still in process of being a perfect tree that West would be satisfied with (who is she kidding, there's no such thing as West's satisfaction) when Nelle went over to fetch them saying that they're the only couple left that weren't at the stage. "The sun will fall soon. You can't delay the others just because she can't keep up."
The young woman didn't dare throw her a look but Evelina could still feel irritation stabbing through her. The insult was obvious and Nelle didn't hide the acid in her voice in expressing it out to the male witch.
But Evelina fought her desire to speak. She couldn't, especially not towards the founder's daughter. Even with how much she loathed it, she needed to find her way to be favoured by the troupe.
