Chapter 250

Alexander POV

We played the seventeenth hole in tense silence. James parred, I managed to recover from my rough landing and also parred, and Grandfather's specially adapted swing netted him a bogey.

On the eighteenth tee, the final hole, Grandfather spoke up. "James, you planning to attend the Merchants Association gala next month?"

"Wouldn't miss it," James replied. "Should be quite the event."

"Alexander and Olivia will be there as well," Grandfather said pointedly.

"Looking forward to it," James said smoothly. "I'm sure it'll be memorable."

I lined up my final drive, determined to end on a high note. The ball connected perfectly, sailing down the fairway in a beautiful arc. It landed on the green, rolling to within ten feet of the pin.