Goodbye, CEO Trashbag
Ginkgo Talesgoodbye my ceogoodbye scumbag, hello true loveafter leaving with a broken heart, the ceo fiancé weptbyebye scumbag ex, hello mr. ceo
The second I stepped into the banquet hall that night, Alfred sneered.
"Why are you dressed so cheap?"
Then, as if nothing happened, he grabbed my hand and led me to our seats.
Flipping through the menu, I spotted something unfamiliar and tapped his arm.
"Honey, what's the difference between white truffle and black truffle? Which one should I get?"
Before he could answer, Vivian piped up, loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Looks like Mrs. Johnston doesn't eat at Michelin-starred restaurants much. White truffles are way pricier than black ones."