Page 128 of Dream Girl
“That’sGrace. Oh my. She is such a tiny thing. Huh. I didn’t realize that she was up to doing things. Is that wise?” my mother remarked.
“I’m sure Spencer will make sure she doesn’t exert herself,” Jett replied. “I think he brought her to network.”
“Is she definitely going to work for Spencer?” Rami glanced around the room. “I might have something for her with the Space Authority. There are also some people I want her to meet.”
“I’m sure she’d love to meet people,” Jett told Rami.
“I’m happy she’s feeling better. All of you are expected at our foundation gala—including her and the little one. But please make sure the girl is dressed appropriately, you know teenagers and their fashion choices.” My mother made an exasperated face.
Rileywas expected? I’d have to bribe her to go. Shit, I had to bribemyselfto go. Why did I have to attend these?
We had to bring Grace? Shit.
“Hey, I know Evan is planning some sort of romantic date for Grace’s birthday, but are you having a barbecue for her, too?Saturday was so much fun,” Katie added. “You should do more of those. You have such a great backyard.”
“It was fun. I enjoy talking to Grace,” Rami added.
For some reason, my sister hadn’t mentioned the piano incident to my mother. Which made me uneasy.
“Given Grace is better, I’ll make reservations at Supressa. Or is she more of a Zano person?” My mother got out her phone.
Both were top restaurants that usually had months-long waiting lists. Unless you were my mother.
“Supressa,” I said without thinking. “She’s new to the city and will love the view. Wait, what? No.”
Someone might take pictures. Fuck, someone might take pictures of her and Spencer tonight. They certainly looked picture-perfect together as they made the rounds.
I took out my phone and anger-texted Wes.
Me
Why did you let Grace come to the dinner with Spencer?
“Who’s that with Spencer?” My father joined us. He was also an alpha, ex-professional rugby player, and businessman, who headed the foundation with help from my older brother Troy, who was busy dealing with event problems. Something about no chocolate fountain. Whatever.
“That’s Wes’ mate, Grace,” my mother said. “She’s a scientist or something.”
“Mathematician,” Jett corrected.
My father whistled. “She’s going to class up the pack.”
“Yeah, Spencer probably brought her with him so she can have some intelligent conversations after being alone with Wes all week.” Katie laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
“Wes is brilliant, thank you very much. Grace isn’t from a society family. She’s just pretty,” I blurted, sick of their bullshit. Wescouldhave been an engineer, but hechosenot to.
“Easy, Sport, we’re teasing,” my father admonished, smoothing his near-black hair out of his blue eyes.
I didn’t like their teasing. Never had.
“Oh look, Antonio’s here. I’m so glad we were able to get him. I mean, we had to fly him in from where he’s filming, even so,” my mother said, taking my father’s arm.
The actor came in with his alphas, heads in the room riveting. Rami and Katie both gave him appreciative glances. So did Jett. He liked Antonio Caruso’s movies. They weren’t my favorite, but usually weren’t a bad way to spend a few hours. My phone buzzed.
Wes
Grace is an adult and allowed to do shit.
Wes added an emoji of the bird.
