Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98 

“Wow,” Lyla squealed, her voice full of excitement. “Eve, they’re so cute–Emmelting!” 

Her excitement made me feel better too. After about 20 minutes, the dolphins started to leave, and the pink dolphins still hadn’t shown up. 

Lyla looked a little disappointed, but I thought it was amazing. We were intruding on their space, after all. 

Antoine came over to tease Lyle, and I noticed there was something a bit odd about them. I decided to step away and went to get some juice from the table. 

Just as I reached for a glass, Ethan grabbed my wrist. 1 looked up, and he pointed toward the horizon where the sun was coming up. I looked over and saw a pink dolphin swimming on the surface of the water. 

I gasped and covered my mouth in surprise. Ethan leaned in and asked, “isn’t it beautiful?” 

Inodded, and be whispered, “It has a name.” 

1 named to look at Erhan, and he smiled. “It’s Cinnamon Roll” 

Onnarson Roll. The name brought back a memory. Back in sophomore year, I had stayed close to him for lunch. We were late, so only a few cinnamon rolls were left–something I didn’t ke 

I had delayed us by talking about how cute the rolls were and how nice their name sounded. I even joked that if we ever had a pet, we should name it Cinnamon Roll. 

Now, so much time had passed, and I had forgotten about that day. But here was Ethan, telling me that this pink dolphin was named Cinnamon Roll 

I love had signs, where did they begin?1 thought about it silently but didn’t say anything. Instead, I just looked away. 

The cruise ship started heading back, and in the evening, everyone was getting excited for the New Year. As it got closer to midnight, I was starting to feel tired. 

Elene came over with a glass of milk and said, “Drink this and then go to bed.” 

She looked awkward, standing there with the milk. I had a habit of drinking milk before bed, and even though Elene and I weren’t very close, this was the first time she had brought me anything 

I gave her a half–smile, and she said, “Don’t think I’m doing this because I care. Dad said if your cold doesn’t get better, it might spread to Grandma” 

“Really?” I took the milk, thinking about the conversation Ed heard between her and Jack