The drive back towards, her home, Noelle assumed, was silent, not the uncomfortable type, but the type that gave both parties room to indulge in her own thoughts.
Noelle was the first to break the silence, glancing in Wallace’s direction as she asked.
“So, now what? I’ve met your family, what’s next?”
“We prepare for the wedding,” He answered, not even bothering to look up from the tablet he had in his hand, or rather, not willing to.
Which one of the two it was, Noelle could tell that this, Marriage of a thing, didn’t mean anything to him. To her however, she couldn’t help the slight frown that crossed her face.
But as soon as it had appeared, she banished such an expression, reminding herself that, not only was this her route for revenge on Jason and his ATM b***h, but also an easy
