One Night Stand With My Ex's Uncle

Anna’s POV

"Rachel, give him some new outfits," I added casually, glancing at Sean without much expression. "If he’s going to accompany me in public, he needs a proper formal suit. Make sure it’s tailored."

I wasn’t planning to keep him around forever, but for now, he was under my roof, and I wouldn’t mistreat someone I’d brought in myself even if it had all been a mistake.

Pulling a sleek black bank card from my purse, I held it out to Sean. He hesitated before accepting it with both hands.

"This is for your living expenses. The password is written on the back. I’ve been busy lately, so you’ll have to arrange your schedule freely. But remember one thing stay clean. No trouble. Use this time to learn how to behave in society. There’s more to life than simply following orders."

Without waiting for his response, I turned on my heels and left.

I had an auction to attend. A significant one, in fact. It was whispered that several rare and priceless items would be featured tonight. The kind of event that drew the city’s most influential players like moths to a flame.

Outside the venue, luxury cars rolled in one after another, their chrome reflections glinting beneath the chandelier-like streetlamps. Cameras flashed. The red carpet was already abuzz with reporters and stylists. The air was thick with money and perfume.

"Ms. Shaw, the auction starts in twenty minutes," Rachel reminded me, holding a sleek tablet in one hand. "Your private box is prepped."

I gave a short nod, smoothing down the folds of my midnight-blue gown. Everything was in place. Or so I thought until fate decided to slap me across the face.

Coming down the stairs, all confident smiles and cloying charm, were Jack and Lucy Taylor.

I stopped in my tracks, irritation prickling beneath my skin. Why here? Why now?