SEVENTEEN

SAFELY PUTTING away the Christmas decorations at the storage room where she'd gotten them from, Evelyn beamed at how smart she'd thought earlier. She'd deliberately set them up because she knew Jason well enough to want her to remove the poster of her celebrity crush, Adam Cupid. So she'd come up with the idea of giving him an even worse option.

TSK, WORKS ALL THE TIME!

Adam Cupid was the only artisté Evelyn would assert to be obsessed with. She'd loved both him and his songs right from the very first day of his debut five years ago. Back then, when the second wave of depression over her sister's death had caught up to her, his debut title song YOU'LL BE FINE popped up on the cab radio she'd boarded.

The song had spoken to her and given her hope when she'd felt like giving up, to the extent she'd felt like he'd written the song just for her. And all his songs since then had had the same effect on her.

Over the years, Evelyn had grown a sort of undying love for him. He