Judy’s POV
“So, what’s going on between you and my father?” Irene asked, making my entire body freeze.
It was the next day; the day after I won the competition. We were gathered in my suite, getting dressed for the celebration. I was a bit nervous about it as is because I really wasn’t a fan of that much attention. There were going to be paparazzi there, and a lot of people were asking questions. I’m not sure I’m ready to answer any of these questions or what I’m going to say to anyone.
I wondered if the competitors were going to say nice things about me, or if they were going to snub me.
I shook the thought out of my head and then turned to Irene, her question registering in my head.
“What do you mean?” I asked her with a frown. “There’s nothing going on between your father and me.”
“Oh, please,” Irene said, rolling her eyes. “I saw the way you two were acting around each other earlier. There’s a lot of hostility. Seriously, is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine,” I said, trying to sound casual, though I knew I didn’t.
“Are you sure about that?” Irene asked, raising her brows. “It seemed pretty hostile between you two.”
I frowned and shook my head, just as Nan walked out of the bathroom.
“I’m positive,” I tell her.
“Are we almost ready to go?” Nan asked, staring between the two of us. “The celebration is going to be starting soon, and Judy is featured in it.”
I blushed at her words. I turned to look in the mirror one last time, straightening out the skirt of my dress with the palms of my hands.
“Okay, yes, I’m ready,” I breathed, turning to face them.
“Chester said he’ll come later with Matt,” Nan said, draping her arm through mine.
“How are you and Chester doing?” I asked as we headed out of the room. “You seem to be getting along better.”
She sighed.
“It’s still complicated, but I agreed to go out with him once we get back to our territory. Baby steps,” she said softly.
“I’ve known Chester for quite a while; he’s worked for the family in the North mansion for a long time. He’s a good guy, despite being a player. I think he had a rough breakup once and that was why he stopped allowing himself to feel,” Irene said with a frown, getting both our attention.
This was new information that I didn’t know, and telling from the look on Nan’s face, she didn’t know either.
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