Page 71 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“Will he, though?”
“I hope he will. Gee, Sylvia. It could go either way with him.”
“He was pissed and unbearable when Maura quit.
“He was just panicking about his social life and the fact that he would have to care for his daughter alone until he found me. But I’m here now, so I think he’ll be more understanding.”
“That’s true.” She laughed. “I’ll talk to him when he gets home. I have to finish tidying up the upstairs.” She stood.
“And which floor would that be?” I smirked.
“Right?” She laughed.
I already knew that Ashton wouldn’t be happy. I knew I wasn’t because I considered Sylvia a friend, and I was sad she was moving away.
I’d finally finished the remix and shut my laptop just as Dominic walked through the door.
“Are you ready to pick up, Eloise?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’ll meet you in the car. I have to grab my bag.”
After we picked up Eloise from school, Dominic dropped us off at the dance studio so we could practice our dance routine.
“I made a remix.” I hit play on my phone, and it echoed through the speakers.
We practiced for two hours and then headed home. When we walked through the door, I heard Ashton talking to Sylvia in the kitchen.
“Let’s go upstairs and get your bath started before dinner,” I told Eloise.
“But I want to see my dad.”
“You will after. He’s having a conversation with Sylvia right now.”
After starting the bath water, I went downstairs and saw Ashton pouring himself a drink.
“Hey.” I smiled, not knowing what type of mood he was in.
“Sylvia told you?”
“Yeah. This afternoon. I’m sorry, Ashton.”
“I’m going to miss her.” He tipped the glass to his lips.
“Me too.”
I stoodbehind the fall-decorated table, my pies perfectly on display before people started filtering into the school. All the desserts entered in the bake-off were given a number. Nobody, except the participants, knew their number. Even though it was Saturday, Ashton had to run to the office to pick something up and told us he’d meet us at the school.
As I took one of the pies out of the box and set it on the table, Kitty Corners walked over. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t allow her to ruin my day.
“You baked those?” She pointed to the pies.
“Yes. Are you selling your cheesecakes?”
“Oh no.” She laughed. “I only make one spectacular one for the bake off. I do not have the time to bake for a fundraiser.”
“Why?” I cocked my head. “It’s not like you’re busy taking care of your kids. Your nanny does that for you.” The corners of my mouth lifted.
“Kitty, hello.” Ashton walked over.
