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“Absolutely.”
We arrive at the competition, and Fredrick Lightwood is the first person we see. I groan. “This guy never gives up.”
“Just show him your charm and tell him to buzz off. I’m going to get changed.” Ainsley leaves me to deal with whatever annoyingness Lightwood is going to bring.
Avoiding his gaze, I make my way to the seating area. He doesn’t take the hint and comes over to sit next to me.
“Afternoon. Ainsely’s looking good for bronze today.”
I squeeze my fist, wishing I could punch him with it. “She might surprise you.”
“Maybe. With me, her medal would be guaranteed.”
“Nothing is certain. Not even you.”
“Harriet Reynolds will take gold, and Beth Rodgers is looking good for silver.”
How does he know this? The event hasn’t even started yet. I try to shut out his negativity and enjoy the performances. When the judges make their announcements, I want to punch Mr Lightwood even more. The obnoxious ass is right, and the smile on his face needs wiping off.
Ainsley smiles for the pictures, and I hug her before she goes to get changed. Mr Lightwood follows me to the door. I stop and turn to look at him. “Just leave me alone.”
“Do you know how I knew Beth would do better this time around?”
I’m not sure I’m going to like his answer, but I am curious. “How?”
“She’s having extra lessons.”
“Fantastic,” I say with as much venom as I can muster. Then I leave before I say something I’ll regret.
Ainsely comes out to the car a few moments later. She throws the medal and her bag down into the footwell. “Definitely not gold,” she says in a huff.
“You did your best.”
I start the car and drive out of the car park, making Mr Lightwood move out of my path. The man doesn’t give up.
My emotions are wrapped in a ball of frustration. I want the best for my sister, but there is only so much I can give.
CHAPTER Twelve
Christopher
It’s Thursday night, and Grandpa and I are heading to Sweet Cocktails so we can talk to Janette. Usually, I don’t drink on a weekday, but one glass won’t hurt.
“Are you ready to go?” I ask.
“I’ll grab my jacket.” My grandpa goes for the peg, but I beat him to it.
“Let me.” I help him into it, then we make our way to the bar.
“It’s a beautiful night for a stroll by the river.”
“Indeed it is.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on yet?”
“I think it will be better to hear it from Janette. You know the sincerest pitches come from the heart.”
“That they do.” We stroll along the dock and into Sweet Cocktails. Soft music plays, and the lights are brighter than usual. Janette is already sitting in the booth we shared on Saturday night. Nellie’s eyes widen in surprise when she sees us. She smiles but doesn’t come over.
