Evelyn Harper

Arabella and Evelyn strolled through the pristine, over-the-top hallways of the school, their shoes clicking lightly against the polished marble floors.

Evelyn Harper was the kind of girl who made people forget what they were doing the moment she walked by. Not because she tried—if anything, she barely seemed aware of the attention—but because her body was built like temptation itself. She had that impossible, sinful hourglass shape, curves so full and exaggerated they seemed almost unreal, like something sculpted by a god with an overactive imagination.

Her school uniform did nothing to hide it. The white button-up clung to her chest in a way that made the buttons fight for their lives, the fabric stretching just enough to tease at the softness underneath.