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“Is Charlotte going?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Why? Why would your nanny join you, Eloise, and your mother and stepfather for dinner?”
“My mother invited her.”
The sound of a buzzer escaped his lips. “Wrong answer.”
“Eloise wants Charlotte there. She’s attached to her.”
“Doesshewant her there or doyouwant her there?” His brow arched.
“Eloise wants her there. I don’t really care either way. I have to get to a meeting.” I stood and buttoned my suit coat. “I’ll talk to you later.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Ashton
Dominic pulled up in front of the dance studio. Climbing out, I walked inside and looked around.
“Mr. Cross, it’s lovely to see you.” Ms. Gerber walked over, smiling. “I’m so happy you stopped in. I can’t thank you enough for your generous donation to the dance school. Your donation will greatly help right now.”
Instantly, my brows furrowed. “Donation?”
“Yes. For letting Charlotte and Eloise use one of the rooms to practice their dance routine for the school talent show.”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but I played along.
“Ah, yes. It’s been a long day. I apologize. Well, Eloise loves it here, and it’s my pleasure to help when I can.”
“You are too kind.” She placed her hand on my arm.
“Hi, Dad.” Eloise and Charlotte walked out of one of the rooms.
“Hi, sweetheart.” I hugged her. “Are you ready to go see Gigi and Raphael?”
“Yeah. I’m starving.”
I grabbed her dance bag and the three of us headed out the door.
“Is there something you have to tell me?” I asked Charlotte.
“I don’t think so?” She blinked.
“Not about a generous donation to the dance school?”
“Oh, right.” She bit her bottom lip in the way I found so incredibly sexy. “Listen, Ashton. Eloise and I need a big space to practice if we’re going to win.”
“What’s wrong with the townhouse? It’s over 8,000 square feet.”
“But it’s furnished. We need empty. So, I told Magdelena that, for allowing us to use her dance studio for practice whenever we want, you’d donate to the studio. She gave me a key?” She held up the key and grinned.
“How much?”
“A hundred thousand dollars, Dad,” Eloise said.
“WHAT!” I glared at Charlotte.
