EIGHTY-ONE

"I need to speak with my mom," she said, breathlessly.

"Yeah, change, we need to leave," he added.

Gemma turned around, her eyes met Farah who stood beside a man, she still didn't have time to get to know Isaac's brother, Zach. His hair, the style and even his height. He must be the one he barely talks about, Farah's husband. She still didn't know how two brothers were once attracted to one woman.

"Hey, Gemma?" Abram called, interrupting her thoughts and her eyes shifted towards his direction.

"Oh, I was…" she cleared her throat, finding words, her hands in front of her, "I was..." Yet no words.

"Congratulations," he said, cutting her short.

"Thank you," she smiled and darted towards Farah,

"Are you okay?" Abram asked, trying to find what she had been staring at,

"Yeah, I am, I was uh…" she spotted Richard from behind Abram's shoulder, "Hi Richard!" She smiled, waving at him, Abram turned back, and he walked towards them with a cocktail in his hands.

"When are you coming back to