I also had a new chance to embrace my New York life in a way I hadn't before.
I was accountable to no one.
I could go anywhere with anyone.
I could be anyone.
Who was the Eva Tramell who lived in Manhattan and 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 f**ked 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."