MasukMICHELA:“Dad,” I called out. It was more of a confirmation than affection… testing whether the man before me would answer to that.He didn't answer, but he opened his arms right away, like he was demanding a hug. But I wasn't ready for that. I stepped back.Fifteen whole years? That was what it took for him to show up not again; it wasn't a small gap to cross with a hug. He had shown up at the mall once looking like a stranger… Unrecognizable. And now, he was here in a suit, at my party, acting like the years would fold if he held me long enough. My body could not agree.I shook my head. Hot tears ran down my cheeks; I couldn't stop them any longer. After all this time? And how did he even know Miles?“Michela, please don’t run from me,” he said. His voice had a break in it. “I came back for you. It took me years to find you again after I was granted freedom from jail.”“Jail?” I stared at him, eyelids heavy with tears and smeared mascara. “What do you mean, Jail?”“Yes.” He nodded
MICHELA;Miles moved forward. Face hard, Adam’s apple bobbing hard in his throat. I hated the cameras on my face. I hated the way some of the guests looked at me now… like the word ‘thing’ had stuck to my skin and made me easier to judge. Even then, I didn't expect him to keep trying to clear my name in front of them all.“No, Mom,” he said; his voice was tight, but it did not shake. “You will not refer to Michela in that manner.”The words were not loud. His eyes did the talking, showing how much he meant every one of them.Miranda’s face opened in shock. Maybe some part of her had expected him to stutter, to soften, to choose the room over me. He did not.“What has she done to you?” She shook her head hard. “Cameras are up, son. You need to tell the world that drunk woman was lying. Think about the business. Think about the scandal this will cause.” The veins in her neck stood out sharply.For a second my eyes met Miles’s.My pulse was racing so fast it made my ears ring. I was ca
MICHELA;My eyes met Miranda’s first. All that I wished for at that moment was for the floor to open and swallow me whole. Just when I thought everything would end well, just when I had read Celeste’s face and was happy she had not said anything about the magazine she had taken home. Just when Nathan had said the pictures were gone, and had even apologized. I thought I was about to have a swell time. For a stretch of cake and gifts and singing, I thought I might get a twentieth birthday without the old mess climbing into the room with us. Miranda’s mouth stayed open. The kindness from earlier drained out of her face. Her eyes went dark and crinkled at the corners, like she had wished she had never complimented me. She lifted both hands, covered her ears for a second, then turned fully toward Miles as if my face had become something she could not keep looking at.My eyes wandered off to Celeste. An ugly little smirk had already settled on her mouth. Her fingers twitched together b
MICHELA;Drinks were already in people’s hands when I stepped fully into the noise of the hall. Music played very low, just enough to lighten moods and usher people in.Everything looked like it was working after all. Waiters moved with trays, some guests already seated at the round table while others still stood, exchanging greetings and hugs. The café side was bright, the bookstore side fuller than I had ever seen it for an evening event. For a moment I let myself believe Jemy had been right. Nothing had gone wrong after allI sighted Ma’am Miranda and walked up to her first. She pulled me into a real hug, warmly but firmly, the kind that reassured me of her acceptance.“Happy birthday, dear,” she said against my ear. “My son does have eyes for good things.” We both laughed at the joke. I never thought this was possible… Sharing jokes and hugs with the sophisticated Miranda Stewart? That looked like a birthday miracle.I curtsied a little without thinking, half out of manners, hal
MICHELA;“Now, open your eyes,” Jemy instructed. She stood in front of me with the makeup brush still in her hand, like a conventional makeup artist. She had made me shut my eyes on purpose. In her words,“Magic is best made with the eyes closed,” she had said.I opened them. I was stunned by how my face looked lifted, and how beautiful yet natural the makeup looked. Jemy sure does know her way around these things.“Oh my God.” The words left me soft. “This is really magic.”“I told you.” Jemy’s smile was pure pride.Behind her, Ivy laughed again. She had been doing that since Nathan showed up… light, relieved sounds, as her chest had finally found space. I was glad for her, in a careful way. Nathan said he had changed. For now, I let the day hold that version of him. I had led him to the bookstore when he said he needed to apologize to Miles too. I left them there and hurried back to start getting ready.I still had not touched the pizza. One box was already wrecked between Jemy
MICHELA;I stood there with the pizza boxes in my hands, unable to move.He stepped out of the driver’s seat and shut the door hard behind him. The nerve of him to show his face here! And he knew exactly what day it was! What made him think he was welcome at my birthday party? Looking at him infuriated me more. He looked readily dressed like he knew there was going to be a party… His hair was in that same curly style he always wore when he wanted to look cleaner…. The white shirt was so flawless it made him look almost saintly. He had even chosen dark pants with slits down both legs, showing off his shiny shoes.I didn't know what infuriated me more; the cute way he was dressed, or the blue lenses that sat on his face.He did not look at me first. It was safe to say the red car caught his attention at first. He ran his fingers along the side of it as he came closer, and my chest tightened.How dare he touch what was mine? I wanted to tell him to keep his filthy hands off it. But I d







