"Good evening, ma'am. I'm Eva."
Kate let the silence stretch a beat longer than polite. Her eyes ran over Eva. "Does Eva have a last name?" she asked finally, dry as bone.
"Winslow," Eva replied with a smile that didn't falter. "Eva Winslow."
Kate's brows rose ever so slightly, but she turned instead to her son, choosing to attack sideways. "You do not ever come to see me. Then you spring things like this on me." She gestured slightly toward Eva, not even bothering to hide the implication. "I thought you were going to be with Whitney at least for today."
Alex's smile faltered for a fraction of a second—just enough for Eva to catch it. But then he turned it on again. "Mum, it really is nothing. Myself and Eva are just friends. Don't overthink it."
