Evelyn
The morning sun peeked through my bedroom curtains as I zipped up my last suitcase. Just two suitcases for my entire life. Pathetic, but what else could I bring to a billionaire's mansion? My faded posters? My collection of chipped mugs?
"Eve? You almost ready, honey?" Mom's voice drifted from the hallway.
I checked my phone. 8:45 AM. Fifteen minutes until my new life began.
"Almost," I called back, my voice shakier than I wanted it to be.
I sat on the edge of my bed, running my hand over the worn quilt. How many nights had I slept under it? How many dreams and tears had it witnessed? Would I ever sleep here again?
A soft knock, and Mom appeared in the doorway. Her eyes were red-rimmed, though she was trying to smile.
"I made your favorite breakfast," she said. "Chocolate chi
