“Sure. Where do you want to go?”
“Starlight Café.”
“Oh, my favorite.” I hooked my arm around her with a smile.
Chapter Six
Weston
I was sitting behind my desk, reviewing a contract, when my grandmother stepped into my office.
“Hello, Grandmother. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I was just on a conference call with the board.” She sat across from my desk and set her purse in the chair next to her.
“Ah, let me guess.” I leaned back in my chair.
“No need. I’ll tell you. They said tonight better work or else. A few of the board members will be attending tonight. So, you will be sober. You will be charming in a way that doesn’t cost you a thing, and you will keep your eyes and your hands to yourself. Disappoint me again in front of the board, and you will find out exactly how little stands between you and the life you would have had without your grandfather and me.”
“Will you be attending tonight?”
“No. I have another charity to attend. I believe your grandfather would have loved this. He loved that school and claimed those were some of the best years of his life.”
“If the school was so great, why didn’t you send my father there?”
“Because we’re Castiles, and Castiles only attend the best private schools money can buy. Your great-grandparents didn’t have money, so a public high school was the only option for your grandfather.” She stood from her chair. “I have some shopping to do. Good luck tonight.”
“Thanks, Grandmother.”
After a busy day at the office, I climbed into the back of the Bentley.
“Rough day?” my driver, Ben, asked.
“Busy day, Ben. Take me home so I can shower and change. I need to be at Manhattan Heights High School by six thirty.”
I climbed out of the car and stepped inside my brownstone. After showering and dressing in one of my finest suits, I had Ben drive me to the school. When he pulled up to the curb, I saw Finn leaning against the building with his phone to his ear. By the time I approached him, he had ended his call.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah. That was Reece. The eviction notice and paperwork are ready for Avila’s Bakery.”
“Good. We’ll pay Mr. Avila a visit on Monday. Let’s go inside and get this over with.” I placed my hand on his shoulder.
We stepped inside the school as a long hallway stretched before us.
“I think the gymnasium is this way.” Finn pointed.
We made a right and could hear the soft music and voices coming from the room on the left. I couldn’t help but snicker when we walked in, and my eyes instantly diverted to the 200 paper cut stars hanging from the ceiling. In their defense, they were wrapped in silver foil.
“There you are!” Kylie ran over. “It’s about to start.”
“Love the decorations, Kylie.” Finn smiled.
“Shut up. You need to get on stage. The auction starts in five minutes.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her.
I looked around for alcohol and didn’t see any.
“Kylie,” I shouted and held up my hand. She turned and walked over.