146 The VIP Seating
The welcome ceremony looks like it cost about fifty bucks.
The banners and posters were the kind you’d see at a budget car dealership.
Fabian Evans and the Deans were lined up at the gate, greeting parents with their most fawning “fundraiser” smiles.
When Alexander’s car pulled up. Fabian smelled money instantly and rushed over.
“Mr. Bennett! You didn’t tell me you were coming today! I would’ve cleared the driveway!”
Why do these donors keep doing surprise attacks? First Sebastian, now Alexander. My heart can’t take it.
“I’m just here for my sister. Keep doing your thing; we’ll find our own way in.”
“I can’t let you do that! Come with me, I have the itineraries and the VIP seating ready!”
Amelia didn’t move. She was looking at the cafeteria.
Fabian caught the look. “Miss Amelia, we have thirty minutes. Want to head to the lounge?”
Amelia actually liked being pampered for free. “Fine. Lead the way, Principal Evans.”
“It’s an honor, Miss Amelia! Haha!” Fabian was sweating, but he kept the smile glued on.
Fine.hed
As they passed the cafeteria, Amelia hopped out to buy some snacks. The three Bennett CEOs and the Principal stood behind her in line like bodyguards.
The students and staff nearly fainted. They thought a government inspection was happening.
Amelia casually munched on her snacks as they headed to the second–floor gallery.
“Mr. Bennett, this box has the best view. I saved it specifically for your family.”
It was a private suite with a balcony overlooking the stage, decked out with sofas, wine, and snacks.
Amelia sat on the velvet sofa, scrolling through her phone while eating.
Alexander realized something and dialed his assistant. “Get a gourmet breakfast spread to the school. Now. Make it fast.”
Fifteen minutes later, the assistant burst in with a massive catering spread just as Amelia finished her last bite.
“Amelia, you didn’t eat enough. Try this.”
“Yeah, Amelia, you need to keep your energy up for the show.”
“This place has the best pastries in the city. Just one bite?”
9:51 am
ppp.
Chaplon to The VIP Sealing
Finished
Three grown men were half–kneeling in front of her, offering different plates like they were begging for a favor.
Fabian Evans was losing his mind. He’d done his homework on Amelia after the Derek Ellis mess.
The rumors said the Bennetts hated her and that she was a total delinquent.
But she’d taken first place on the exams, and now three of the city’s top bachelors were acting like her personal servants.
The internet lied to me. This girl is the real boss of the family.
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“Can you guys stop hovering? You’re making me nauseous,” Amelia snapped, looking away.
“Sorry, Amelia. We’ll stay over here.”
The three of them stood against the wall like a row of expensive security guards.
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