~ Evie ~
It's been three months since the wedding, and honestly, I'm starting to feel like a prisoner in this huge Poole mansion. Like, I barely get out anymore. Marcus and his family keep saying they just want to spend more time with me, get to know the new Mrs. Poole better. Breakfast together every morning, family dinners that drag on forever, even game nights where we play cards and pretend it's fun. "Stay home tonight, Evie," Marcus says with that sweet smile of his. "We miss you when you're gone." Miss me? They've got me right here, day in and day out. I nod and go along with it because, hey, the money's rolling in - another transfer hit my account last week, fifty grand just for "being amazing," he called it. But god, I'm dying inside. I'm not used to this... this nothing in the be
