Eva Nightingale hadn't finished speaking when Eliana Beckett playfully interrupted, "Sweetheart, how many times have I said, just call me mom, why do you insist on adding 'Eliana' before it?"
Eva put down her lemonade and glanced at Eliana Beckett; the woman's fair skin and stunning face seemed untouched by time.
Eva: "Because you're beautiful."
"Just saying 'mom' makes it sound old."
"You child!" Eliana Beckett didn't know whether to feel happy or sad. She only gave birth to her, not the childhood she deserved. Putting it nicely, Eva says she's young and pretty; putting it harshly, Eva feels distant and not close to her.
True indeed!
Over the years, Sebastian Yansford, her nominal uncle, has been responsible for taking care of her until she turned 18.
Eighteen years old.
Life doesn't have many eighteens.
Eliana Beckett seemed to recall something, suddenly asking, "Eva, what do you think about your uncle?"
