Welcome to a fun Q&A with Evangeline Johnson, a spunky, edgy sort of heroine! All of her secrets (and fashion advice!) will be revealed!Q: (Whispering) Hey, would you like to freshen up, or maybe... put some more makeup at all on before we get started ?A: No. Also, could you not say "spunky" or "edgy" and anything about me in the same sentence ever again? Thanks.Q: O—-kay. Let's talk a bit about your personal style. Who are you wearing right now?A: I... can't do this. (Stands to leave) I can't believe I let Gavin talk me into this...(Brief pause while the interviewer and interviewee confer.)A: (Sighs as Gavin sits her back down in the chair.) But I always think this part of an interview is purposefully obtuse. Isn't the mystery of it more exciting? And... this is a print article? (No response.). Fine. Let's just say a moto jacket over a floral forties dress? I pulled the entire outfit out of a dumpster. Thanks for asking.Q: Simon? How are things going with that cute little boyfriend of yours?A: (Exasperated pause) Not good. I have no idea where he is. He's G-O-N-E... Did you not even look at my first journal?Q: What about work? Anything exciting?A: Ugh. Pass - next question.Q: Friends? What are those adorable little kiddos up to these days?A: Ummmm... (shrugs shoulders and shakes head) Torturing me?Q: Anything else important that you'd like to share?A: Yeah. One teensy, yet imperatively important minor little thing: Tell them to stop sending me letters. I cannot help anyone. Why aren't you writing this down? Write this down: Under no circumstances should you people listen to a man who says he is my lawyer. If you've got an army full of the undead in your backyard or start levitating in the bathroom, I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW ABOUT IT. At this moment, everywhere I turn are choices—damnable choices—that no one in their right mind would want to have to make. So I repeat, I CANNOT, scratch that, WILL NOT help you.Q: Any beauty secrects you can share, dating tips, or final thoughts?A. I really hate you.Evangeline's defining moment has arrived, and she must decide the price she is willing to pay for what must be done—and who she is willing to become in the process.