Chapter 12

• Evy
• In the morning, I wake up somewhat excited and earlier than expected. I take a quick shower, put on a pleated miniskirt, choose a blouse tied at my belly button, and finally slip into a pair of sneakers. I tie my hair into a ponytail and put on sunglasses. Soon, I'm leaving the room and heading down the hallway. In the living room, I find my "husband" handling a shotgun with great care, meticulously cleaning it. My eyes quickly scan his khaki pants, black boots, and up to a leaf-green shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing a nearly hairless chest. I take a deep breath and enter the room, catching his attention. As expected, Mr. D'Angelo glances over my attire eagerly, a sparkle in his eyes, pressing his lips together. I maintain a serious demeanor, though inside, I'm tempted to laugh at such a provocation. Men! However, to my surprise, he composes himself too quickly, returning to handling the object as if nothing had happened. I sigh in frustration.
• "Good morning, Mrs. D'Angelo! Up so early? I hope you slept well."