Chapter 300
“Evelina, this whole thing has blown up big time, and if Me Dashiell digs up anything more on Daniel, what the heck are we gonna do if we get dragged into it.”
April was freaking out, and even Evelina looked like a deer caught in headlights for a sec, clenching the bedsheets and grinding her
teeth.
“No way, we didn’t get busted when the shit hit the fan back then, and it’s even less likely now. Just throw more cash at that Paisley dude to lay low in the sticks for another year or so, whatever it takes to keep him away from Zion City!”
Back in the day, it was April who had a middle–aged guy with the last name Paisley spread some nasty rumors about Lizetta at the Mermaid Restaurant, which got Linda, a server green with envy over Lizetta, to spill the beans to Daniel.
Daniel got suckered into trying something nasty with Lizetta, and when the whole mess blew up, April paid Mr. Paisley to skip town and lay low,
Evelina hadn’t expected this mess to still be kicking around, and now Remington was hurt because of it
She was scared stiff that her role as the puppet master would come to light.
“Got it,” April nodded.
Evelina thought for a moment, then picked up her phone and dialed Hanna,
After all, Remington got hurt for Lizetta’s sake, and that bit of news was too juicy not to share with Hanna.
In the doctor’s office.
Lizetta handed over the angiogram to the doctor, who, after a thorough check–up, reassured her there was nothing wrong with it.
She grilled the doc about Remington’s condition until she felt a weight lift off her chest and left the office.
She didn’t expect to find Evelina clutching her belly, sitting right outside on the waiting chairs
As soon as Evelina saw her she shot to her feet and asked with faux concem
“Liz, I just heard about Remington getting hurt. How bad is it? Can I go see him?”
As she spoke, she bent over to pick up a bunch of flowers from the chair
Lizetta’s eyes landed on the bouquet of bellflowers and wisteria,
She used to work part–time at a flower shop and knew all too well what these flowers symbolized.
Bellflowers stood for hopeless love, while wisteria meant being born out of passion, dying for love, and being obsessed with a love that would never be reciprocated.
They were two rather cold flowers with lousy meanings, totally not the kind for a patient.
Evelina really outdid herself picking these two for Remington
“Nope”
Lizetta flat–out rejected her and walked away
Evelina hurried after her clutching the flowers, “Liz, I meanderthave to go into the room. Just take the flowers in for me, to show I care. Oh, and that thing we talked about, did you ask Remington? Is he keen on our babies growing up and playing together? You
know, I think it’d be neat if my little one could have Remington as a godfather.”
Lizetta felt like she was being swarmed by a million flies, buzzing non–stop.
By the end, she couldn’t take it anymore. She stopped dead in her tracks, spun around, snatched the bouquet from Evelina’s hands, and chucked it to the ground.
She stomped on it until it was nothing but a pulpy mess, glaring at Evelina.
“The flowers are gone, you can hit the road/My husband and I talked it over, we’re planning on baby number two, number three, our kids will have their own brothers and sisters! If your child wants a sibling, go ask his real dad. Don’t come here grossing us out!”
Evelina hung her head low, staring at the trampled flowers, tears plopping down.
“Liz, what’s wrong with these pretty, vibrant flowers? You’re being too much.”
She crouched down, trying to pick up the remains, as if it was her shattered heart being stepped on
“Lizetta! You’re out of line, look at yourself!”
Just then, a familiar, shrill voice came from behind Lizetta.
Lizetta turned and saw Hanna striding towards her, all dolled up and dripping with elegance.
Seeing the reproach and disgust in Hanna’s eyes, Lizetta couldn’t help but chuckle. She crossed fer erms and raised an eyebrow
“I was wondering what soap opera she was acting out here, turns out she’s got an audience.”
