Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen.

Mirah

My mother's call, and Jayden's threat vanished to the back of my mind as the days passed by. As Nessa's birthday party approached, I focused on persuading her to have a big birthday party. She was turning twenty-three after all.

After countless reasons why she should throw a mini party, invite people, instead of the little stay-at-home birthday celebration we usually had, my efforts finally paid off.

Hultons was the perfect and most expensive hotel in America. It was where the party was being held. Brightly illuminated, with guests moving around, it was worth the money.

“Thank you,” I smiled at a passing waiter, and grabbed a glass of red wine. I watched as the celebrant attended to her guests.

But with the look on her face, I knew she'd rather be eating an apple, than to chat with the man currently at her front. And Nessa hated apples.

I caught her pleading look, and grinned inwardly. I was about to go over, when I caught the sight of someone.