Calista stared, puzzled at the familiarity of the name she just heard.
“I see Anthony kept a lot of things from you.” Mrs. Lewiston smiled before standing up again. “I bet he didn’t tell you that he might have to go down to Washington DC with us for a week for the United States presidential inauguration. You’re welcome to come too.”
“I would have told her myself, Mum,” Anthony hissed before walking towards Calista, who still found it hard to believe that Anthony might be the Lewiston Son, the very one who almost got her father to serve a jail term.
“Are you okay, Cal?” he asked, concerned, holding her wrist.
Calista nodded with a brief smile before walking out of the house with Anthony to the boutique.
“Your dad will be relocating to the White House in Washington?” she asked, making h
