𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: Physical and verbal violence ahead. Please take caution in reading.
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"Evangeline?" Mrs. Dante spoke concernedly, snapping Evangeline out of her haze of rage. "Are you okay, dear?"
She blinked.
Evangeline looked around the restaurant and saw that all eyes, including Dante, Dante's mother, the patrons, and the staff, were gaping at her. She lowered her head in embarrassment and picked up the knocked chair off the ground.
"I'm fine," Evangeline forced a smile, considerably calmed down. "I just need to go to the ladies' room real quick."
"No!" Death did the thumbs-down sign, blowing raspberries. "Bring the real Evangeline back!"
"I'll come with you," Dante said in a tone that was more of a statement than an offer, standing up from his chair.
