Unmasking the Heiress

However, as soon as she set the phone down, the doorbell chimed.

""Who's there?"

Evangeline had splurged on the presidential suite and had one rule: No interruptions. Apparently, that was

too much to ask.

Were the hotel staff clueless? What were the bodyguards even there for if not to keep people out?

"Hello, room service!" came a muffled call from the other side of the door.

With a frown, Evangeline swung the door open, her patience wearing thin. "I thought I made myself clear. No disturbances, remember?" However, the words hung unfinished in the air as she saw the mischievous grin plastered on the face of the unexpected visitor.

There were no bellhops or maids in sight, just the malicious-looking Roslyn and a bodyguard who looked like he had seen a ghost.

Roslyn was a vision in red, her tank top and miniskirt combo screaming 'party, her legs encased in sexy black fishnets, towering heels adding to her height, and her face done up in dramatic smoky makeup. She was a nightclub queen through and through. "My apologies for the intrusion, my little princess," Roslyn cooed, bowing theatrically and reaching out to Evangeline. "But a beauty like you shouldn't be left alone. I simply had to join you, even if it's a bit forward of me." She could not keep a straight face and let out a snicker.

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Evangeline shot her a look. "How on earth did you find me here? And why are you all dolled up instead of sleeping?"

hour

Roslyn slung an arm around Evangeline, ushering her back into the room. "Haven't you heard? Your split from Walter is the talk of the town. I figured you'd be down, so I did a little digging."

Evangeline's eyebrow arched. Someone had been snooping into her life. "Care to share your source?"

She would make sure never to let slip anything to this person again. The sensation of being under surveillance was downright awful.

Roslyn was always upfront about these things, never one to play coy. "Talk about serendipity, the person I asked about is a Foster!"

Asking the Fosters about their own little princess was sure to yield dead-on results, right?

Roslyn did not have to say it-Evangeline knew exactly who she had in mind.

Her uncle James was a man of detail. There was no way he would leave her to fend for herself at a time

like that.

"My little princess, the night's too long to waste away in a bar. Instead... Roslyn gave Evangeline's delicate shoulder straps a playful tug. "Let's go live it up a bit!" Where they would go was as clear as day, given Roslyn's getup.

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Evangeline, having downed so much booze, was doing a stellar job just keeping her wits about her to chat with Roslyn

A whole night out clubbing? She was totally tappedNôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

However, being blunt about it would be such a letdown Faced with Roslyn's eager eyes, she could not bring herself to be a spoilsport and scrambled for an excuse "Tim

Im not dressed for it, and I havent even done my makeup. Maybe some other time? Right then, sleep was the only thing on her mind.

Too bad Roslyn was dead set on going out

Hearing her protest, Rosly shot her an 1 knew you'd say that look

"Don't you fret about a thing my little princess, I've got all covered"