Rubbing the bottom of my nose, I can smell the approaching change of the season—just like the shift in my mood.
"Dad organized the event, and a lot of people are coming tonight. I believe he told me it’s a celebration of the 37th year since the company opened," Bree explained while I pouted, my eyes scanning the names of the invited guests.
Ever since Dad landed here on the coast, I haven’t seen him, but Bree said he brought his work with him. I’m neither happy nor upset about it.
Technically, it’s not exactly work—just related—but it still makes my bones jitter, whether from annoyance or something else I can’t quite name.
"He’s bringing a date with him," she added.
"Does going there require bringing a date?" I raised an eyebrow, squinting at a particular name on the list.
Valerian B
