"Be careful wherever you go .. take care of yourself, goodbye princess," Aaya said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of sadness.
"What are you saying, Aaya? Where are you going?" Evelyn asked.
"I am just saving you, Evelyn. I am going back to the palace, but never come back," Aaya replied.
"Aaya, please don't leave me! Please—" Evelyn begged.
"Driver, drive now and take her away from here, far away!" Aaya screamed.
The driver started the car, took money from Aaya, and left. Evelyn was crying and screaming for Aaya to come back.
"Hey girl, why are you still crying? Just shut up," the driver said annoyingly.
"I-I want to go home, please. I don't like this place .... TV doesn't show this place to me ..... Tom didn't live here. Please, I want to go home. Take me back to Aaya, my brother, father," Evelyn said while sobbing.
The driver looked at Evelyn. She looked like she belonged to a rich family. The way she talked didn't seem like she had ever lived in a place like this. Her dress looked expensive. Her beauty was something he had never seen before. Evelyn was wearing a white princess nightgown. She was wearing a red shining ring on her ring finger. The ring looked beautiful.
The driver, Claud, was curious about her. "So, where is your house? Tell me," he asked.
"I-I don't know," Evelyn replied while sobbing.
"Hey, stop crying. I will not do anything. Promise, okay?" Claud said.
"So, what is your name? Tell me. Stop crying. I can be your friend," Claud asked.
"Friend! Will you be my friend for real?" Evelyn asked with surprise. It would be her first time making a man her friend.
"Yes, little girl, friends. So, tell me your name," Claud asked.
"My name is Smith Evelyn," Evelyn said.
"What, Smith Evelyn? Are you sure?" Claud asked with shock.
Evelyn smiled. "Hmm, yeah."
Claud thought, "Can it be? Is she the Devil's Bride? Or what? Maybe she shares the same name as her. Why would someone leave the Devil's Bride like this? Why would someone put their life in danger? It's been 14 years since the Devil left this country, but his work still can be heard here. He is cruel; everyone knows. Maybe she just shares the same name as Princess Evelyn. But still, this girl looks so rich. No, it can't be. How can a princess be sitting in my car? It's been 14 years since the world has seen the princess. Why? No one knows how she looks. Maybe she's not her; maybe she's just another rich girl."
"Friend, friend, are you hearing me?" Evelyn asked.
"Yes, I am," Claud replied, taking a break from his thoughts.
"So, tell me your name, friend," Evelyn asked.
Claud's heart beat fast. He placed his hand on his chest, feeling his own heartbeat. "M-my name is Claud," he replied.
Evelyn smiled. "Oh, Claud, okay."
"So, where should I drop you, Evelyn?" Claud asked.
"I-I don't know. Can you please let me stay in this walking thing? Please, once my brother and father find me, I'll go back, please," Evelyn said.
"What walking thing? What is this?" Claud asked, laughing.
Evelyn looked confused. "So, what is this? Aaya said it's a car, but it's walking too, so it's a walking thing."
Claud laughed hard. "I have never laughed this hard in my life. Evelyn, you are really something. Well, you can stay at my house. I can't leave you in the walking thing, right?"
Evelyn nodded her head, still looking confused.
Claud parked his car in front of a small, beautiful house.
Claud got out of the car and waited for Evelyn to follow. However, she was still sitting in the car, trying to figure out how to open the door.
Claud bent down towards the car window and looked at Evelyn, who was struggling to open the door. It made him laugh again.
According to him, she was cute and childlike. Claud opened the door for her, and she got out of the car, forming her lips into an "o" shape, as if she understood how to open the door.
Then, she looked around, trying to find the house.
"Where is the house, friend?" Evelyn asked.
Claud looked at her in confusion, as his house was right in front of her, with the lights on.
"Can't you see my house? Look, it's my house," he said, pointing to his house.
"What,