The oldest man smiled warmly at me.
"It's a pleasure, Lola," he said. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." I pulled my hand back in shock and looked at Frank, who continued to stare at the man. Didn't he find it strange what he had just said?
"Lola is an interior designer and she's working with me," Frank finally looked me in the eyes. It was strange, but I couldn't read what was in them.
"Really?" Paul James added, seeming interested. "I have some hotels that need remodeling... We should talk later." He smiled.
I smiled back, unsure if he was just being polite, and I can't deny that I was a little scared. The look this man was giving me was giving me chills.
The three of us then went to the back of the house, where I saw about 100 people chatting and laughing. I immediately started
