Chapter Eighteen

Adonis

My phone was pressed against my ear, and I fought the urge to scream at these council members to leave me the fuck alone. The enormous responsibilities bestowed upon me were more manageable when my father was healthy. But now that he was ill, I became the primary target of all scrutiny from friends and foes.

After making at least the fiftieth call that evening, and I mean this literally, I groaned into my palms and scribbled notes on a pad of paper. After the final call from my father's best friend, Uncle Axton, I let out a deep yawn, my jaw cracking with a satisfying pop.

"Oh hell no," I grumbled, almost tossing my phone aside as it buzzed with a text. But it was from Fred, and my shoulders slumped with relief. When I read the message, I broke out into a wide smile.

"Your little birdie will meet you tonight on the terrace. Break a leg."

I smiled so widely that it hurt. Fred was pleased that I was finally interested in one of the girls, and he had been hinting since yesterday