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People knew the name Evelyn Wynd, people knew blonde hair and bright blue eyes, people knew inheritance and empires; people knew Evelyn Wynd before she'd ever gotten the chance to introduce herself.
Evelyn Wynd spent her childhood infront of spotlights of camera flashes, and she's spending her teenage years on the right side of an interrogation table. She'd been on the wrong side only once, but she's never forget it - it was the first time she had introduced herself, and the first time people not just knew her, but knew something about her.
Her mother was found dead under suspicious circumstances. the investigator had sat her down and asked question after question, but none mattered more to her than the first.
"What is your name?"
Her answers hadn't helped, and months went by, but she never forgot that feeling. she wanted to introduce herself again, and not as her fathers daughter. she'd done everything to land herself back at that cold metal table, and eventually it worked. she had presented a notebook she'd filled with her thoughts.
Her uncle had been the one who killed her mother, and she sat quietly through the trial. They said words she didnt understand but longed to say.
After that, something wonderful happened; suddenly people knew her.
The papers went from 'Edmund Wynd's Daughter, Evelyn, Shows Up at Wynd Charity Event!' to 'Evelyn Wynd Solves Mothers Murder at Just Six Years Old!'
People knew the name Evelyn Wynd, and people were starting to learn of who the name belonged to. When she picks up a new case, she pictures the title in her head - her name will always comes first.