"Evelyn!"
There was no mistaking that voice! The thing Evelyn had feared the most when she sneaked out to 'educate' Tristan was Amara waking up before she could return. It was definitely 'educating', by the way, and not just beating him up! The phrasing is very important, okay?
'Calling my full name, huh? What happened to little Evey and little miss? Humph, make one mistake and you show your true colors! No wonder you call your sister 'little devil', it's because you're the big devil!'
Evelyn turned around cheerfully, quite contrary to her inner feelings. "Amara! It's great that you're here so quick! Look, look… this little girl needed my help, and I'm such nice pers– bweh?!"
The redhead didn't react to her words at all, and started squeezing and stretching her chubby cheeks.
Her big, teary eyes looked at the redhead pitifully. "Ow ow ow ow… I-I'm shorry, stahp…"
"Trying to distract me? How old are you again? How old am I?"
