On 14th March when Evan arrived here on night and meet Rick who spout some crazy nonsense sh*t.
Rick was beaten up much brutally which can't be shown on surface but his whole body was aching from pain.
Rossy controlled herself while beating him up for saying some crazy words to Evan, her mind was filled with anger toward him for that much that she wanted to tear apart all his clothes and left him with his underwear in front of all guests to ran away.
But she stopped to not show her cruel mood in front of Evan but still gave him a strict warning, which Evan doesn't hear clearly but Rick was clearly not good after hearing it as his spine got chilled shiver shaken down to it.
Rick nodded like a donkey, vowed never to troll Evan again, and scurried away with his tail between his legs.
Afterward, they approached the receptionist to inquire about their booking.
Initially, the staff was perplexed by their attire, but upon hearing their names, the entire staff was taken aback as they recognized their identities, yet Evan remained unaware of his own.
The staff manager hurried over and carefully guided them to their accommodation, which was a space three times larger than Evan's entire apartment, complete with an array of fine suits for him and Jason, and numerous high-fashion dresses for Rossy, who immediately went to change into one of them.
The dress she chose was referred to as something akin to Midnight Noir, a name Evan wasn't familiar with, as Rossy's attendant hastily listed the names of the garments.
Rossy was all set for the party, and Jason was equally prepared, donning a long black coat, a charcoal grey shirt, and jeans that looked quite striking on him.
Then the male attendant approached him, suggesting a choice that turned out to be less than ideal, as the man spent a good twenty minutes selecting and changing various outfits before finally being handed his clothes.
Author's Note: As a guy, I don't have much of a fashion sense; I'm someone who prefers comfortable, loose-fitting clothes. That's my style, whether you like it or not.
Afterward, they all left the room, and the manager began guiding them toward a door leading to a large hall where all the guests were mingling. Some approached them, and Evan quickly tried to step aside, but Rossy was determined not to let him escape this time, firmly keeping him by her side to introduce him to everyone.
He attempted to converse with a few guests, but his mindset hindered him, and he struggled to communicate effectively. Noticing his discomfort, she allowed him to leave.
Now seated alone, he was savoring a drink whose name he didn't know; it was pleasantly sweet with a hint of sourness, which he enjoyed. He was content in his solitude, occasionally glancing at his aunt and uncle engaged in conversation with others, while Rossy kept a watchful eye on him from time to time to ensure he was alright.
As he continued to enjoy his drink, someone from afar had been observing him for a while and finally decided to approach. It was only when the person drew near that they realized his identity.
"Hey Evan, didn't expect to see you here," the person greeted. Evan turned and was taken aback to recognize the newcomer as his teacher, Fionna Blake.
"Oh hi teacher, I didn't expect to see you here. I'm here with my family," he said, pointing to a group where his aunt and uncle stood.
"Oh, I see. I'm here with my parents and cousin too. He's meeting some old friends who decided to throw this large, overrated party. And the whole city has declared a holiday for it," Fionna replied with a hint of irritation, which made Evan chuckle. It was quite unusual for someone from a prominent family to dislike such displays.
He realized that, aside from his wealth, James seemed quite down-to-earth.
"Have you seen your friend who's also here?" she asked, veering back to her topic of personal freedom.
"James? No, I haven't seen him yet; I've just arrived and came straight from our rooms," Evan replied, scanning the crowd for James.
"Well, you should find him. Excuse me, I have to meet my idol; he should be... right here. Ah, there he is! Come on, let's meet him together," she said, spotting someone and quickly pulling him through the crowd.
Approaching the bustling crowd, Fionna and Evan weaved their way through to meet their desired acquaintances.
"Hello sir, ma'am, may we have a moment to talk with you both?" Fionna inquired respectfully, addressing the two individuals she sought out. Orıginal content can be found at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Certainly, dear, why not?" the lady responded, leading Fionna and Evan to a quieter area for conversation.
"Now, my dear, what would you like to discuss?" the lady asked, her kind smile encouraging Fionna, who was thrilled to be meeting her idols.
"Hello, ma'am, my name is Fionna Blake, and I'm here to meet you both because I admire you greatly," she introduced herself, a shy smile on her face.
"I wouldn't have guessed you belonged to the Blake family; you don't resemble that old scoundrel," the man remarked with a click of his tongue.
"Yes, I am a Blake. Do you know my father, sir? And indeed, I take after my mother more," Fionna replied, pondering why her father was reluctant to let her meet them despite knowing them.
"Oh yes, dear, my husband is quite the joker; please don't take his words to heart," the lady said with a smile.
"Oh no, ma'am, I'm certain that if sir has said something about my dad, then my dad must have wronged him in some way," she replied, her eyes brimming with trust.
"No, dear, it's okay. Let's set that aside, as I think it might be beyond your understanding. Tell me, are you friends with that young man there?" she asked, pointing at Evan, who had been standing behind Fionna the whole time with an expression of awkwardness.
"Oh, sorry Evan, I almost forgot to introduce you. Sir, ma'am, this is my student, Eva..." She attempted to introduce him, but the lady interrupted.
"Oh, there's no need to worry; we already know each other, don't we, young man?" the man said in a smug tone.
"I see," she said, stepping back slightly to Evan's side and whispering something in his ear.
"You didn't mention that you know them both," she whispered.
"Oh gosh, Uncle, Aunt, couldn't you just let her know that we came here together?" Evan exclaimed, clarifying the misunderstanding.
"Huh, Uncle and Aunt? What are you saying, Evan? You can't address them like that," Fionna said, gripping his elbow.
"Oh dear, you still don't understand," said the lady who was actually Rossy, rubbing her forehead.
"Listen, Blake, he is our family member and came with us to the party, so he is calling us Aunt and Uncle," stated the man who was clearly Jason, with a straight face.
"Wait, you said family? Is that true, Evan?" she asked, to which he nodded in agreement.
"So, I've been talking to you about your uncle and aunt this whole time, and you didn't even tell me?" Fionna said, shocked and embarrassed.
"Oh no, I didn't even realize you were talking about Uncle Jason and Aunt Rossy," Evan replied with a shrug.
"But still..." Fionna's voice trailed off, filled with embarrassment.
"Okay, let's forget it and answer me something, Fionna," Rossy said in a firm tone.
"Yes, Ma'am?" Fionna responded with a confused expression.
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