Chapter Seventeen

Geneva looked in the mirror, patting her cheeks with pride and satisfaction.

Who knew she could perfectly blend the colours of her makeup to give a pale result. She looked sick and that was what she wanted.

Today, she would be pretending to be sick!

Blame it all on Nicholas who doesn't touch her unless totally necessary. Pfft, what a husband material.

It was time for breakfast. Nicholas should be through with his early morning episodes by now. Geneva stood up to look for him.

She tied her twist-out at the very top of her head so that their giant locks would fall onto her forehead like very dense fringes.

She pulled on the wide neckline of her short and loose dress to come down her shoulder.

'Tie up your hair, expose the neck. Let him take a bite from the yummy chocolate island. Wink, wink.' A stupid song Sharon always sang played on in Geneva's head.

Geneva shook her head and continued telling herself, "No way! I'm not trying to seduce Nicholas. I'm most definitely, absolutely