CELESTINE’s P O V

‘‘What the heck is going on around here?’’ The room was suddenly filled with the sound of a dignified voice, and everyone in it, including me, turned to look at the person who was walking over with a powerful presence and an authoritative personality.

That person was no other than Mr. William Maxwell. The powerful and rich man who owned the place, and the father of the young woman who I just finished scolding.

I couldn't help but scowl at the delighted expression on Cynthia's face when she saw her father walking over. He would unquestionably come to the defense of his spoiled brat of a...