GENEVIEVE
The moment Caleb left his room, I looked at the bouquet in my hands. It was cheap nonsense.
They weren't ugly, exactly, but they certainly weren't what I expected from someone who was supposed to be my fiancé.
I rolled my eyes and threw them into the trash. Caleb had always been too sentimental for his own good. But I had never tolerated Caleb because I was madly in love with him.
He had his uses. He was always f*****g good in bed. His family had money, so he wasn't dead weight. Not to mention, he was really good-looking.
That was why I'd tolerated Caleb and his insufferable mother for this long.
I left the room and walked into the lounge, where Bianca was still sitting comfortably on the sofa.
I took a sit, and she moved closer to me. She told me that Evelina was the one
