tched Eva saunter around the room, eyes judgy, ob

one stupid thing, I'm kickin

rinned, "Why do you alway

shoulders in an indifferent shr

at the hell does

a. The phony girl. The socially manipulative gi

one else... You are not an exception. You do

ot jea

aper. "You can stop lying to yourself Ava; you are jealous of me

of my life, how it feels like to watch you get plenty of gifts on our birthdays and Christmases, how it feels like to watch Mom and Dad adore you an

g around

need to feel pity for myself when you're around. I have learned to love and live with myself. I have realized t

am happy for you, sis. I'm happy for your self-growth. Now, sh

hy

y w

een crazily obsessed with him for ages, to the point that you even s

ession." Eva responded, "Not love. I'

riding her backwards, "Why can't you and your sick father just

was no longer interested, and that was it. You getting m

liar!" A

further from her before Ava grabbe

e for. I'm here to teach you how to be me, not listen to your pity story or be interrogated. I have bett

tred and repulse, her fist clenched so tight her knuckles turne

el

released her fist, and

n How to be Eva Summers is...

t, stormed into the room almost im

ke Eva. When I walk, I carry myself with grace, effortless elegance and charisma lik

s in disgust. I'd

o look at me. "Look, I'm Eva Summers, a

the room, then sashayed back. She did

like to se

stomach. She wondered how muc

the end of the room, trying to be gra

like you own the place? Puh-lease! Anyone with eyes can

walk, even

! One look at you and they could tell

ing to be Eva, but she never thought it would be this hard. No matter how hard she tried to walk like Eva

alread

ally praised, "You're gett

d a sigh

na

the heels,"

Rosy rushed ou

ee

t heels. You've mastered how to strut like me, but now

she was going to fall off them. She never understood why women

these lessons are

nd, "After this, the next one is How to smile like me, then how to talk like

rked, startling Eva, wh

round to open and ju