"Maybe," Eva allowed. Maybe. If there was one thing Evangeline had learned, it was that she'd much rather be alone than be unhappy with anyone. If she ever remarried, she would have to be sure. Or as sure as anyone ever could be.

"Well," she said at last, holding up the remnants of her drink in a toast. "Here's to the future, then." She smiled. It can't be worse than the past, she thought, but didn't say, if only because she thought it would sour the mood. And there'd been more than enough time already to dwell on the past, already.

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