Chapter 11: Are You Saying I Smell?

Amelia's POV

Esmeralda and Cassy are out of the house for the day, so Sylvester invites himself over. He's sitting at my desk, scrolling on his phone, while I look through my closet.

"How long do these things usually last?" I ask.

"Only a few hours. My parents just like showing off their money to their rich friends." He says sighing.

"What do they do for a living?" I ask.

"My dad owns a music label. That's the only reason I became "famous" and went on a mini tour." He says. "Then my mom is an investment banker." Damn... That's a lot of money.

"Did you want to become a singer?" I ask, peeking my head out of my closet.

"Honestly... No, I wanted to pursue dance. But my dad didn't think I had a future with that. My mom was supportive though. Her deal was that if I sign the contract to my dad's music company, and end up hating it, I won't renew it." He states.

"I get to decide what I do for college and if it's dance, she'll talk to my dad." He says.