Aemon rushed to Evangeline's side. "Evie, let me handle this, okay? You should go and take a break over there."
Helping Yale with the guests was not a huge task, but Evangeline was pregnant and all over the place emotionally. How could she keep up with such stress?
"Don't worry, I've got this." Evangeline stubbornly shrugged off Aemon's hand, determined to stay by Cole's side until the very end.
Aemon understood where his niece was coming from. However, seeing her pale, delicate face made his heart ache.
"Listen to me, Evie, go on back. You've done enough. Let me do this last thing for him, as his son..."
Aemon's voice was barely a whisper by the end, yet Evangeline caught every word.
If it had been any other uncle, she might not have batted an eye, but this was Aemon, the one who always talked about living life on the edge. How could she not be touched?
That was when Evangeline realized that her usually over-the-top uncle had toned it down, dressing all neat and proper.
She remembered that's how Cole liked it…
Evangeline's lips parted, and at last, she managed to say, "Okay, Uncle..."
Julieta gave Aemon a look full of thanks and quickly steadied Evangeline. "Ms. Evangeline, let's rest over there for a bit."
She gestured to a quiet spot.
Cole's funeral was packed, but there was that one spot, a little nook that was quieter than the rest.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte)