11.The Sweet Brothers She Just Couldn't Trust

Mia

Few minutes into the meal, John turned to me, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "When is your birthday, sister?"

I almost choked on my food at the unexpected question. Much more surprising was the look in his eyes. I wasn't used to seeing any emotion other than mischief in their eyes.

"It is the twelfth of November." Mum answered for me when it didn't seem like I was going to say anything.

"You already celebrated it. Ouch. We thought it is not so far away." Jack groaned.

"Why?" That was all I could say.

John smiled at me. "Is there anything wrong in brothers wanting to celebrate their sister's birthday?"

I had woken up with a hearty appetite but I could feel my appetite draining by the moment. My stomach was getting unsettling and I became anxious with the way they were looking at me.

They looked at me like I was a treasured jewel to them and seeing them as mild and sweet gentlemen wasn't something I ever imagined. Not in a million years.

They passed the food my hands couldn't re