TWENTY FOUR | HIS MISTRESS

I caught a whiff of delicate wild rose scent the minute I entered my bedroom. There was still time to get ready for the stupid party, but it looked like Genevieve was dressed up already, and she sprayed a little too much perfume all over for sure.

Where was she though? Making sure that she wasn't nearby, I carefully hid the cyanide bottle until I figured out a way to use it.

I showered to get all