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I spent the rest of the day getting just as dirty and gross as I had the day before. Hopefully Elaine didn’t schedule dinner for six, especially since I still wasn’t sure what in the hell I was going to be wearing.
Grant might just have to suck it up and deal with the dress.
I would wear panties with it this time though.
I walked out the front doors right at five, fully expecting to see Grant’s car waiting for me.
Instead a white Lexus SUV was sitting in its place.
The tinted passenger’s window slid down revealing Sylvia’s smiling face. “Get in loser. We’re going shopping.”
Chapter Eighteen
Grant
“GOOD EVENING, MR. Servantes.” Michael smiled at me like he knew something I didn’t.
“Is my mother already here?” I tucked one hand into the pocket of the new pants I picked up while I was out making sure Julia didn’t completely skip lunch. My new friend Benjamin was more than happy to help me fill a few bags with new clothes in the fifteen minutes I had free.
Michael’s smile widened. “She and your grandmother have both arrived, along with Ms. Murray.” He tipped his head to one of the waiters who helped deal with the issue Julia and I had the night before. “Could you please show Mr. Servantes to his table?”
I followed the waiter into the main room of The Sweet Side. It was packed, the tables and dance floor filled with the Gulf Coast’s aging elite, all decked out in expensive suits and gowns, milling around like peacocks trying to outdo each other.
It’s what the place offered.
A chance to see and be seen.
Which begged the question.
Why in the hell was Vito supposed to be here last night?
The waiter led me to the corner table my mother preferred. The same one Julia and I spent under ten minutes at last night before that damn dress made me stupid and careless.
Thank God she wouldn’t be in it again tonight. I’d dropped it off at the dry cleaners to make sure it was unavailable, just in case she decided to tempt fate.
Tempt me.
“Would you care for a drink, Mr. Servantes?”
“Has the rest of the table ordered drinks?” I scanned the room, looking for any sign of the women in my life.
“Not yet.”
“I’ll wait for them.” I leaned to get a better look at the other side of the room. “Michael did say they were here, didn’t he?”
“I believe they are in the ladies’ room.”
Lovely. I could only imagine what the three of them were getting into. Sending my mother and grandmother to pick her up from work was a necessary evil I was fairly confident I would soon regret.
But it was the only option I had after getting caught up in an argument about whether or not I had the knowledge and the balls to suggest a company cut their losses and run.
The answer to both was a resounding yes.
“I’ll check back in a few moments.” The waiter ducked into the crowd, leaving me to wait on my own.
The minutes ticked by, each one that passed making me more antsy. I was just about to go find them when I saw my grandmother’s white head bobbing across the dance floor. She stepped in time to the music, swaying with the beat of a more modern song than I remember this place usually playing.
Was itButterflyby Crazy Town?
