“Please take it to their rooms,” Braydon says, and they nod before disappearing with our bags.
Okay, my jaw is now on the floor and I’m pretty sure no one’s strong enough to put it back up.
“You have… staff?” I ask, inching closer, my eyes wide. Justin chuckles beside me, and I shoot him a glare before turning back to Braydon. “Old money. You’re actually old money.”
He shrugs. “Am I?”
“I know I’m acting like some ancient thing, but you… you’re like old money.” My gaze travels from his head to toe. “And yet nothing about you screams it. You even play hockey…why?”
He smirks. “Ever heard of passion, Allie?”
I shake my head. “Now I feel proud of everything we did to secure your inheritance. If I’d known this is what we were fighting for, I would’ve taken out your old man a long time ag
