Ethan's POV
I hung up and turned to find Stella practically vibrating with curiosity, her eyes wide beneath the streetlight. She was still swimming in my jacket, the sleeves dangling past her hands like a kid playing dress-up.
"Okay, spill. What was that about?"
"My next task from Grandfather dearest is to start an art school," I explained, trying to maintain a casual tone despite the enormity of what I'd just agreed to.
Stella's eyes lit up. "An art school? That's perfect for you!"
"Perfect? Have you seen my attempts at drawing? My stick figures look like they're having seizures."
She playfully swatted my arm. "Oh, please. You just organized this amazing charity gala. An art school will be a piece of cake for you."
"That's what I was thinking too, but..." I ran my fingers through m
