It was Eva's turn to blink with surprise. Was that Farrah asking nicely for something?! Maybe her sister was finally starting to have a change of heart! Eva readjusted Greyson on her hip as she thought about it. "Okay. I'll tell you what, I'll take you to the park once I'm done taking care of Greyson. Maybe you could play with him while I go get his bottle? Like teamwork?"
Farrah rolled her eyes. "If I have to!" she said grimaced.
Eva sighed as she set Greyson down on the nursery floor. So much for the change of heart...
Farrah rolled her eyes. "I'm not a baby, Eva!"
"Farrah," Eva began sternly, turning to glare at her sister.
"Alright! Alright! Fine! I promise to listen to you!" Farrah said quickly.
Eva glanced up sharply. "Huh?" Oh Lord, while she'd been daydreaming, the cutest boy in school had jogged up. She felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment.
"Oh!" Eva said awkwardly. "No... I mean yes... Sorry..." Eva trailed off, scooting over on the bench to give him more space.
Eva nervously glanced over at him. "Eva Black."
"Cool. I'm Nathaniel Wolff."
"Oh, I know!" Eva gushed before realizing how that might sound. She tucked her hair behind her ear. "I mean... I've seen you around school..."
Nathaniel chuckled. "Yeah, that seems to be a hazard of being a Wolff. Everyone seems to know me before I know them..."
Eva smiled wanly. "Must be a real problem," she said, thinking about how nobody seemed to know who she was...
Nathaniel blew out a breath. "You don't know the half of it," he muttered. "So, what brings you to this bench today?" he asked.
Nathaniel glanced over to where Farrah was swinging.
"I know, lame, right?" Eva said disparagingly.
"No! I think..." Nathaniel started to say.
"But I don't want to go home," Farrah said mulishly.
Eva glanced back and saw that Nathaniel was watching them. She turned back to Farrah quickly and snapped, "It doesn't matter. We're going. Now..."
Farrah huffed out an impatient breath as she watched her older sister speed away. "Alright! Fine! I'm coming!" she called out. "Hey! Wait up!"
Flipping her phone closed, Yvonne turned to face her eldest daughter. "Good. You're home," she said. "I need you to watch your brother and sister. Your father's at rehearsal and I need to go meet with a client."
Eva headed to the fridge and pulled out a juice. "Yeah, sure. Whatever," she said.
Yvonne put her hand on her hip and fixed Eva with a look. "You mind your tone when you're talking to me!" she said firmly.
Eva met her mother's stare with her own raised brow. "Whatever," she repeated with a wildly beating heart, daring her mother to say anything.
Yvonne finally looked away and rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Eva. What am I going to do with you?" she fumed as she slipped her purse on her shoulder. A quick stop to fix her make-up and then she slammed out the door.
Eva's shoulders slumped the minute the door shut. She released the breath she'd been holding. What was she going to do? Ground me and make me watch the kids? she thought caustically.
Chase nodded. "I'd say we're ready for opening night!" he replied.
Chase smiled, touched. "Thanks, Gwen. I was really flattered that you agreed to perform my new material with me."
"Are you kidding? Your music is golden! You're well on your way to becoming the next hit composer! I bet people will be coming from all over the nation to get you to write their songs! You are way gifted!"