Dylan's POV
I followed Mia into the only foster home I enjoyed staying in. We decided it was best to get media coverage of me here since I had already talked about this place in a few interviews. I hadn't been back here since I entered college and moved into an apartment with Michael but it still felt familiar. It felt like home.
Mia nudged me a bit and said quietly. "Remember you have to smile and be friendly, Mr. Scott. There are little kids here, you don't want to scare them, do you?"
I scoffed. "I'm a freaking billionaire. They should kiss the path I walk on and fear my presence."
"Oh, please, Mr. Scott."she laughed sarcastically. "You're not that important just because you're rich."
"What do you mean by I'm not that important?"
"I said what I said. Money isn't ever
