“Those books are basically about people making terrible decisions. My mom teaches them how to recognize those terrible decisions.” Her head moved from side to side. “Honestly, she could probably teach a class here.”
Wes snorted as he brought his fist up to his mouth, while I stood there completely mortified.
“Interesting,” Evelyn said.
“Oh, it gets better. My mom made her students archetype Weston.”
“What does that even mean, child?”
“Who is he more like? Gatsby or Mr. Darcy?”
“Excuse me?” she said.
“I need to use the restroom. You’re coming with me.” I grabbed hold of Zoey’s arm and dragged her with me. “Which way?” I turned to Wes.
“Keep going straight and make a right. Bathrooms are on the left,” he said.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Weston
“I don’t like her,” my grandmother said. “And her child is disrespectful. You are not to see that woman again.”
“I’m sorry. Since when did you decide that you can tell me whom I can and cannot date?” My brows furrowed.
“She’s lower class and a bad look for Castile Properties. Come with me, darling. Harry Higgins brought his daughter today, and she’s stunning.”
“I’m good, Grandmother. I’m here with Samantha, and that’s where I’m staying.”
“Consequences, Weston. Consequences.” She walked away.
“What was that all about?” Finn walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder.
“She hates Samantha.”
“Who doesn’t that woman hate?”
“You’ve lived with us, and you’re like a son to her. Why doesn’t she tell you who you can and can’t date?”
“Because I’m not her bloodline. She couldn’t care less what I do or who I see.” He chuckled.
“Wes!” Greta walked over. “Where is Samantha?”
“Oh, hello.” Finn’s face flashed a grin. “You were one of the participants in the blind date auction, weren’t you? Chemistry teacher, I believe.”
“I was, and I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why?” Finn’s brows furrowed.
“Because the man who won me stood me up and has made no other arrangements to take me out.”
“Well,” Finn smiled. “His loss is my gain. Don’t think I didn’t notice you, pretty lady. I did. But I wasn’t allowed to bid. I never would have stood you up.”
“Oh, really?” She blushed.
“Yes, really. By the way, I’m Finn.” He extended his hand.
“Greta.” She smiled, placing her hand in his.