~ Evie ~
Oh f**k, the Pooles are here. I hear the cars pulling up outside, that low rumble of fancy engines, and my stomach does this flip like I just chugged bad coffee. Dad's yelling from the kitchen, "They're early! Everyone, look alive!" and Claire's fussing with her hair in the mirror, all smiles like this is the best day ever. Me? I'm in my room, staring at my reflection, thinking, great, time to fake it with these rich assholes again. Two months till the wedding crap, and they're already here to "perfect" it. Whatever that means. Probably means more bullshit about flowers and cakes while I pretend I'm excited to marry a guy whose d**k is about as useful as a wet noodle.
I head downstairs, pulling on a simple dress that hugs my t**s just enough to feel good but not slutty. Jack's a
