Madeline's POV
"Hello, Madeline and Gina, welcome to my estate," a handsome man in his late twenties or early thirties greeted us with a beautiful smile on his face while Gina and I were standing in the living room with mouths agape.
"You are my grandpa's Fri-friend?" I stuttered as I looked at him, and his grin broadened.
"Yeah, why do you look so shocked, Maddie?" He asked, and I felt a little embarrassed.
"You are so young," I mumbled, and I wanted to add hot and handsome, but I kept it to myself since I didn't want him to think I was flirting with him.
"Ha! Ha! Do you think I am old?" He asked, and I could see the amusement on his face as he looked at me.
"My name is Dean, and my grandfather is David Richester, who happens to be your grandpa's best friend." She replied.
"Oh, I am sorry; I assumed immediately you were my grandpa's best friend," I responded as I felt shy.
