The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

CEO.

The boy Evelyn had seen clearly.

“Be careful, Vivienne.”

I walked toward him until we were close enough for me to smell the scotch on his breath.

“You first.”

For a moment, I thought he might say something honest.

Instead, he laughed.

A small, ugly sound.

“This is why I’m leaving. You turn everything into a performance.”

I looked around the library I had continue reading …