OLIVIA’S POV.
I noticed grandpa Wellington was holding a fancy box in his hand while I was just there admiring the car.
“Do you like it?” He asked me.
“I don’t like it but I love it. Grandpa, I really have to commend you. You have great taste in car fashion—That’s if there’s a thing like car fashion but you understand what I mean, right?
“You recent generation and your werid words. I would pretend to understand what you mean.”
“Olivia.” He uttered my name—This time around there was something distinct in the way he sounded.
I payed close attention to what he had to say.
“I heard about your new award—Even though you haven’t told me yourself yet.”
“I didn’t mean it like that grandpa.”
It was just me giving an excuse because I should have told him since he was one of my biggest suppor
