*Gabe’s POV*

Rita greeted me politely, nothing like the woman who’d come from another country dressed like a hooker to seduce me at the “family dinner” I’d set up when I planned to propose Jorel and Olivia’s marriage.

The teenage wannabe breezed past me like I was part of the scenery. Actually, she spared a glance for the scenery but not for me. She waltzed into the house without so much as an invitation, her curious eyes eerily identical to someone I knew all too well. ...