“Yup, only I rented a space for the night. Harrison is having a new ballet bar installed in the home gym, so we can’t use it until the end of the week.”
“Have you heard anything else from her dance school?”
The simple question alone has my hackles up.
“We haven’t.” I blow out a breath. “Honestly, it’s a good thing. I want to let it go now. Otherwise, I’m going to stress about it.”
“Makes sense. I’m leaving right after I do her hair, so I’ll see you then,” Adriana says, and I wave her off.
A few weeks ago, Willa was sick with the flu, so naturally, I volunteered to pick Claud up from dance class. I arrived early to watch my sugar plum dance her heart out. Only once I did, all hell broke loose.
When I went to Claudina’s summer dance camp a few months back, she was shy and reserved. I thought she didn’t get along with the girls in class. Never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed the teacher would be picking on a five-year-old.
To say I lost my shit is an understatement, and then I left, pulling Claudina out of the class, telling her she was never going back.
Harrison should have made that call, but there was no doubt in my mind that not only Harrison, but her uncles would agree once they heard what happened.
One thing I’ve learned since being with Harrison is no one fucks with the Davenport/Morales family.
Harrison threatened to sue the school for negligence; of course, they assured him that the teacher would be fired and that they had no idea what was happening.
I called bullshit, so I put my foot down…Claud was never going back there again. Luckily, everyone agreed.
Now, she gets two professional ballet dancers as teachers and an aunt Becks, who she adores, as a sideline cheerleader.
“Juliette!” Harrison yells. “We leave in thirty minutes. You need to get ready.”
I roll my eyes, knowing we probably leave in forty-five, but he’s telling me thirty so I’m not late as usual.
“Is that my phone?” I ask Becks.
“Yeah. Mine’s dead.”
More like she didn’t charge it to stop herself from calling Matteo.
“Barbara, the real estate lady, hasn’t texted me back, has she? Or am I officially ghosted?”
“Not yet. I think it’s time you start looking for a new place. You’re in crunch time now.”
“I know. I was hoping for a smooth transition where we could re-open right away, but I’m not sure that will happen anymore.”
When I saw the place Mom and I liked best was off the market, I was concerned. When Barbara stopped answering me, I knew we were screwed over.
“Juliette!” Harrison yells again.
I roll my eyes. “Coming, dear.”
I lean down and kiss Becks on the cheek. “Will I see you later? We still have five more episodes of Gilmore Girls to finish.”
“No, I’m going to go see Carrie. She’s working at Labo tonight. We’ll catch up during the week.”
“Okay, I love you, have fun, and tell Carrie I say hi. If you want to come back and sleep here later, you can. No matter how late.”
“I know. Thank you, Jules…for everything.”
I smile and blow her a kiss. She never has to thank me.
“Ouch!” I stand up and rub my behind where Harrison just smacked it hard. “What the hell, Harrison?”
