~ Evie ~
We are pulling up to the Poole's house, and I'm just staring out the window like a total i***t. This place isn't a house - it's a freaking palace. Massive gates swing open like they're welcoming royalty, and the driveway alone is longer than my whole street back home. The mansion looms up, all white stone and huge windows, with fountains spraying water like it's no big deal. I've never seen anything like this in real life, not even in those dumb movies where the girl marries the billionaire and everything's perfect. Intimidating? Yeah, that's the word. I feel small, like I'm stepping into a world where I don't belong.
The driver opens my door, and Marcus is right there, smiling that polished smile, hand out to help me. "Evie, you made it. Welcome home - for the weekend, at least
