“I can’t believe it,” Carrie said, shaking her head as she plated some meat on a plate.
“He obviously offered her a yacht or something like that,” Mason laughed as he placed his arms around Carrie and kissed her temple.
“She actually hates it when I try to give her anything,” I said with a shrug, and it wasn’t a lie. I remembered the look in her eyes when I had tried to give her the check for her dress. Emmeline Slater didn’t need money from anyone. Of course, I paid a heavy sum for her to pose as my girlfriend, and I had a feeling Mrs. Smith only took a small percentage of that.
“You stop it,” Maggie scolded, pointing towards Carrie. “Look at our poor brother, all in love and no idea how to even do that,” she tutted while fighting a humongous grin. “I can’t wait to meet her.”
“And we
