had her dream job at an advertising agency? I didn't know yet.
Up until now, I'd been the San Diego transplant who got swept into the orbit of an enigmatic and incredibly powerful man.
That Eva was on Day Eight After Gideon: Round Two curled in a corner licking her wounds and would be for a long time.
Maybe forever, because I couldn't imagine that I'd ever fall in love again like I had with Gideon.
For better or worse, he was my soul mate.
The other half of me.
In many ways, he was my reflection.
"Eva?" Cary prodded, studying me.
"I want everything done," I said decisively.
"I want a new haircut.
Something short and flirty and chic.
I want my nails painted fire engine red - fingers and toes.
I want to be a new Eva."
Cary's brows rose.
"Nails, yes.
Hair, maybe.
You shouldn't make sweeping decisions when you're fucked up over a guy.
They come back to haunt you."
My chin lifted.
"I'm doing it, Cary Taylor.
You can either help or just shut up and watch."
"Eva!" My mother practically squealed.
"You're going to look amazing! I know just the thing to do with your hair.
You'll love it!" Cary's lips twitched.
"All righty, then, baby girl.
Let's see what New Eva looks like."
* * *
New Eva turned out to be a modern, slightly edgy sexpot.
My once long, straight blond hair was now shoulder length and cut in long layers, with platinum highlights sprinkled throughout and framing my face.
I'd had my makeup done, too, to see what sort of look I should pair with my new hairdo, and I learned that smoky gray for my eyes was the way to go, along with soft pink lip gloss.
In the end, I hadn't gone with red for my nails and chose chocolate instead.
I really liked it.
For now, anyway.
I was willing to admit I might be going through a phase.
"Okay, I take it back," Cary said, whistling.
"Clearly you wear breakups well."
"See?" my mother crowed, grinning.
"I told you! Now you look like an urban sophisticate."
"Is that what you call it?" I studied my reflection, amazed at the transformation.
I appeared a bit older.
Definitely more polished.
Certainly sexier.
It boosted my spirits to see someone else looking back at me besides the hollow-eyed young woman I'd been seeing for nearly two weeks now.
Somehow, my thinner face and sad eyes paired well with the bolder style.
My mom insisted we go out for dinner since we all looked so good.
She called Stanton and told him to get ready for a night out, and I could tell from her end of the conversation that she was delighting him with her girlish excitement.
She left it to him to pick the place and make the arrangements, then continued with my makeover by picking a little black dress out of my closet.
As I slipped it on, she held up one of my ivory cocktail dresses.
"Go for it," I told her, finding it amusing and pretty amazing that my mother could pull off wearing the clothes of someone nearly twenty years younger.
When we were set, she went to Cary's room and helped him get ready.
I watched from the doorway as my mother fussed over him, talking the whole time in that way she had that didn't require reciprocal conversation.
Cary stood there with a sweet smile on his face, his eyes following her around the room with something like joy.
Her hands brushed over his broad shoulders, smoothing the pressed linen of his dress shirt, and then she expertly knotted his tie and stepped back to take in her handiwork.
The sleeve on his casted arm was unbuttoned and rolled up, and his face still had yellow and purple bruising, but nothing could detract from the overall effect of Cary Taylor dressed for a casually elegant night out.
My mother's smile lit up the room.
"Stunning, Cary.
Simply stunning."
"Thank you."
Stepping forward, she kissed him on the cheek.
"Almost as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside."
I watched him blink and look at me, his green eyes filled with confusion.
I leaned into the doorjamb and said, "Some of us can see right through you, Cary Taylor.
Those gorgeous looks don't fool us.
We know you've got that big beautiful heart inside you."
"Come on!" my mom said, grabbing both of our hands and pulling us out of the room.
When we made it down to the lobby level, we found Stanton's limousine waiting.
My stepfather climbed out of the back and wrapped his arms around my mom, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek because he knew she wouldn't want to mess up her lipstick.
Stanton was an attractive man, with snow white hair