Birthdays.
Birthdays, being a joyous occasion, should be celebrated with a smile, but to Amanda, it never came.
Well, it did, when Arissa, Dayana, Lady Granger and Sir Jerome greeted her a ‘happy birthday’ later that evening, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. It was dull. Incomplete. Lifeless.
She managed to thank them one by one, putting a face that masked the disturbance in her heart; showing as if she was excited for the coming visit of her friends, Noman and Matteo, and a group dinner with Pamela and Heather. And somehow, she seemed to fool them.
She had mauled on the facts after her little quarrel - or if it was even called one - with Cord from morning ’til afternoon. Mauled on it over and over again, but as a result, it only gave herself a headache and another batch of questions.
Who was the witch that cursed his family? That cursed him?
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