The last place I wanted to go on a random Wednesday night was the Scott mansion. But my mom had other plans.A completely annoying plan.“Quit looking like you had a problem with the whole world,” she said under her breath as we stepped onto the front stairs.“I was trying,” I rolled my eyes and she shook her head.I looked at the massive estate in front of us.The mansion looked exactly how I imagined a retired NHL star’s house would look — huge, expensive, intimidating, and unnecessarily large, like it would take you almost an hour just to get to your room. And unfortunately, this house belonged to Wade Scott’s dad, my mom’s fiancé.And there I was, stuck spending the night and eating dinner with them, acting like I didn’t want to throw a chair at his son’s face.“Please smile, honey,” my mom begged.I didn’t listen, and even before she could scold me, the massive door opened. Two maids stood on either side, and a man in a suit greeted us.Richard Scott. Wade’s father, who looked so
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