Eva's POV
After my father introduced me to the guests. I joined the rest of my family. The evening, the ambience, the people, the music all of it was more than I had imagined. All of it for me. It all felt surreal but I was living it. A few days ago, I was a different person from a different time. It had taken me too fast, I couldn't process it but now it had changed. I knew the truth and the story. In short Evaline Fletcher had died, but I was a like a phoenix for from her ashes, Evaline Calderon had been born.
My aunties made there way over to way, I now stood greeting the guest. They curtsied as they approached. I smiled warmly at my aunties as they approached, their elegant dresses swaying with their graceful movements. "Welcome," I said with a genuine tone, realizing that this wasn't just an event for me, but also a celebration of the legacy that had been passed down through generations. I greeted more of my extended family.
