My Wealthy Parents Disowned Me for Marrying a Poor Mechanic—Then on Our Wedding Night, He Handed Me an Envelope He’d Hidden for 11 Months
“Her name is Gianna.”
My mother put down her coffee.
“Genevieve, friendships are one thing.”
I already knew where this was going.
“You don’t need to say anything.”
“I think I do.”
“You don’t.”
She smiled tightly.
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