Tiara’s pov
I glanced at the substance in my hand as I held onto a cup. Peeking through the kitchen entrance, I sprinkled it into the glass of wine.
Dusting my hand, I headed to the room. “Hey, baby.” I greeted them romantically, one he didn’t like.
He glanced at me, “Hi.” His face lit up. “You would have been tired, so I brought you this.” I passed it to him, and he grabbed it in an instant.
He drowned it quickly down his throat, staring at his cell phone. “Odette.” He mumbled, still fixing his gaze on it.
“You miss her, but I am here to replace her. “Give me a chance to prove you deserve better.” I pouted my lips to a side, displeased by how he called another lady’s name in my presence.
“You can never replace her.” He responded snappy.
“I can. You ought to give me a chance,”
