Perfect Fit

Mr. Whitlock raised his left hand, silencing Ethan's protests. "It's already been decided. I don't need your opinion. Just get ready," he commanded with an air of finality and promptly turned on his heels, exiting Ethan's room.

As the door closed, Ethan's initial shock faded, replaced by a resigned acceptance. He had long understood that his father would stop at nothing to have things his way. It was a familiar realization that no longer held any surprises for Ethan.

Upon returning to their shared room, Mr. Whitlock found his wife, Mrs. Whitlock, sitting on the edge of the bed, still clad in her sleepwear. He briskly walked over to her and announced, "I've informed Ethan about the pool party."

Mrs. Whitlock looked up, her eyes widening with curiosity. "Oh, really? What did he say?"

"He was taken aback at first, but he'll come around," Mr. Whitlock replied dismissively, as he began to change into more casual attire for the day's event.

Meanwhile, in another room in the villa, Mr. Adams