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I smile happily at that idea.
“But Catherine? Your mum is done meddling. I made sure of that.”
“How?”
“Those details are between me and her. But let’s just say it behooves her to keep her mouth shut, unless she’s talking to a therapist.”
Ooh, that should do it. Mum won’t want to make Grandfather any angrier than he already is. “Thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome. I refuse to let the past have anything to do with your present. You paid a high enough price when it happened. Now, what’s the social media thing you’re talking about?”
“Okay, I have some ideas, but I want you to promise me you will not interfere on my behalf until I’ve shown them off and have some social media proof.”
He sighs. “You mean like how you refused to let me create a position for you?”
“Exactly like that.”
“You are not sparking joy right now.”
I burst out laughing. That’s one of my grandmother’s favourite phrases. And usually her idea of sparking joy is a fancy facial cream or new clothing.
I tell my grandfather what I’ve been doing. My idea for creating fashion-forward pieces for women with Collings Motors branding. I talk about what I’ve filmed with Mason, Caleb, and Xavier. I explain what I’m doing tomorrow, and as I get more excited about what I’m sharing with him, his eyes light up with pride and excitement as well.
“I can make this happen,” he says. “And those are damn good ideas, Catherine.”
“Well, don’t do anything yet—promise me you won’t. I want to get some social media feedback to present to marketing.”
“Okay, but if they don’t move on it, I will make sure we do.”
“Thank you,” I say.
“Now what’s this about you helping Mason get some outfits?”
“Oh, that’s for content for my channel. But that menswear line wants to work with Mason, so he might have a deal with them.”
We chat a little bit more and make plans to have a family dinner in Singapore.
“I have to run, sweetheart,” Grandfather says. “But you have my blessing to date Mason. Not that you ever needed it in the first place.”
“I love you for being the best grandfather ever,” I say. “I might have to get you a mug that says that.”
He laughs. “I love you, too.”
I disconnect the call and exhale. I’m going to have to have a little chat with Mum later, but Grandfather shutting her down should be the end of her nonsense. She must have been desperate if she went to him.
But now I have to tell Mason that one more person knows about us. And that’s the person who holds the power over his current seat on the grid.
UGH.
I mean, Grandfather doesn’t care, so at least there’s that, but it’s still embarrassing that Mum is interfering in my life like this. Yes, it’s to serve her own purpose, and yes, she has unresolved issues and a huge helping of selfishness in her DNA, but I’m embarrassed Mason has to even deal with this in the first place.
And I hate that I have to tell him tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mason’s hands greedily find the exposed skin on my waist, eagerly pulling me towards him as soon as I step through his doorway. He’s always impatient to get his hands on me.
And I love it.
