KIER
"Does your father still think we’re in the 1800s? Who still forces their children to marry some random girl they don’t even know?" Veronica huffed, clearly more annoyed by the situation than I was, the one actually in it.
I let out a small, humorless smile, but as my eyes drifted toward Genesis, the smile vanished.
Why was she smiling?
I glanced at Charlie, who was leaning in too close to my wife, that ridiculous grin plastered on his face—the same one he always wore around women he fancied.
And she wasn’t even pulling away.
Okay, she wasn’t exactly leaning in, but she was sitting there, smiling at him.
I didn’t like that.
Wait—saying it like that made me sound like a controlling asshole.
I just didn’t like that she was smiling at him.
I thought she didn’t like strangers. Sh
