~ Evie ~
Mrs. Poole drags me along to yet another lunch. We're at this fancy café downtown, the kind with tiny portions and prices that make my eyes water. She's all smiles, waving at people she knows, and I'm sitting here trying to act like this is normal. "Evie, this is my dear friend Margaret," she says, pulling over some lady in pearls and a suit. "Margaret, meet Evie - Marcus's fiancée, our soon-to-be queen of the house." Queen? I force a smile and shake her hand. "Nice to meet you." But inside, I'm thinking, queen of what? A mansion where nothing exciting happens in bed?
This has been going on for days now. Mrs. Poole - she insists I call her Mom, but that feels weird - takes me everywhere. Shopping, brunches, even her yoga class yesterday. And every time, she introduces me the sam
