Eva. (English version)

Hello, I want to welcome you to this story with hints of mystery, romance and surprises, many surprises. Original work: Eva, (Spanish version) Eva, (English version) Translation done by: Ana Gabriela Natalia Madín Mercado. My name is Evangeline Lowell, or Eva, as most people call me. I was born during a cold night on November 5th. My mother died when I was two years old, and I know this because I heard from many people that since then I have been living with my Aunt Helen, an old spinster and rather bad-tempered lady. My aunt Helen didn't consider me her favorite niece, no way! But she wasn't that bad either, in her house I had a room where I could sleep peacefully, I had to help with the homework but that didn't matter much since it didn't cost me anything. She would feed me, buy me clothes, pay for my schooling and basic needs so I couldn't complain. When I finally came of age, my Aunt Helena, perhaps tired of spending so much on me, told me about the heritage that my mother had left, she never mentioned it before since I had to wait until I was nineteen for her orders. I remember one day at night, I was getting ready for bed. She just blurted things out for me, as subtle as ever. -Eva, it's better if you get some independence. -She suggested me while arranging her dangerously tight dress. My eyes almost fell out of place when I heard such madness, because for me it was. -But I don't want to be alone, Aunt Helen. What will I do? -I asked nervously. -What any girl your age does, going out to parties, buying clothes, what do I know?-She diminishes importance by redoing her lips with that flashy red color. -Will I be able to continue studying? -I asked hopefully. -Yes, of course you can, Eva. -She grimaces. -But you won't pay for my studies anymore, will you? -No, the money your mother left you must be useful for that, it's a lot, so I don't think you'll suffer from that. -Will you help me find a house? -I ask with a lump in my throat. -Yes, I'll help you, Eva, if that's what you want, I'm not throwing you out either. I just need a little help from you in financial matters and that's it. Now you must go to your room, Mitch should be here soon. -His boyfriend on duty. I agreed to finish my dinner without hesitation. My aunt was pretty and had a lovely body for a forty-five year old, she was weird, but what are we going to do, every month she had a new boyfriend, sometimes she only wanted them for pleasure others for their money, well that's her life, night of sex and a sunrise full of money, I was not the one to judge her, but now I think I know why she never married. My dream was always to be a lawyer. Who in their right mind wants to be a lawyer? I wanted to be the best lawyer in the world, and I would be. Even though school was a little uncomfortable because I didn't have any friends, I was related to my Aunt Helena and they thought I was just as... How can I describe it? Yes, easy and lovesick for smoothing out certain words. -Well, go to sleep because tomorrow you have to study, right? -She asked me in the most maternal way she could. -Yes, Aunt Helen. -I kissed her cheek. I went up to my room thinking about what this new man would be like, maybe this one will make her fall in love. When I entered my room without wanting to look at the window, I smile every time I see it, the memories are pleasant. I decided to take a shower because the thought of doing it in the morning made me feel lazy. I didn't like being lazy but once in a while laziness would take over. Once I was done with my task, I took my pajamas, the warmest ones, and put them on. I dried and combed my hair with some speed, it was not like I ever wanted it to be, it was long, straight and black, contrary to what I would have liked, my gaze stopped on my reflection, seeing it well and being modest I was not ugly, in fact I was very pretty, brown eyes, medium thick lips, my body was in shape and all thanks to my aunt who killed me with her exercise routines. Maybe I'm a little conceited when I describe myself so nicely, but I'm not as insignificant as everyone says. I go to bed with the image of my body in my mind, I sigh and like every night the same desire passes through my mind, "I wish Marco would notice me" although more than a wish it was like a request, hopefully he would notice me one day.