Ethan's POV
I stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing my reflection like it held the universe's secrets. Or, you know, just whether I looked presentable enough to meet my long-lost billionaire grandfather. No pressure or anything.
"Alright, Ethan," I muttered, straightening my tie for the millionth time. "You've got this. It's just dinner with a guy who happens to be your grandfather and stupidly rich. No biggie."
I tugged at my collar, feeling like it was strangling me. Was it always this tight? Maybe I should've gone with the blue shirt instead of the white one. Or perhaps the green? Did green make me look sickly? Why didn't I pay more attention when Jess was helping me pick these out?
I stepped out of my bedroom and into the living room. Jess was sprawled on the couch, her attent
