CLEO'S POV
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"Mom, can we continue this tomorrow? I really have to get to Gizelle's," I frown at her when she continues to scan her book that consists of lists of caterers, food they prepare, linen for the tables, possible themes, drinks and more, and she's looking at it four days before my birthday. "Just wait another minute," she grits out annoyed, "Mom, it's her birthday. She's about to wake up any minute, please stop this. We will have an entire day tomorrow,", "Can't you just tell me what kind of party you would like? I could arrange it then,", "Something fun, it's my birthday, not a business meeting,", "What about a masquerade ball? That's fun, mysterious, it will be great." I stare at her with wide eyes as I think about what it could be like...Masks, fancy dresses, "Fine, but sin
