Evangeline keenly observes the big event unfolding before her, the secret little princess who so dearly loves marriages, weddings and all that cutesy romantic mush running wild underneath the battle-hardened exterior she portrayed; a ridiculous smile across her face and childish admiration clear in her eyes.
Eva sat unmoving in the chair she'd claimed as her own for the day, a warm fuzziness drowning out her mopey swagger and previous dissociation with marriage as Bret and his new partner shared those oft repeated words that the suppressed little girl inside of her adored so greatly.