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“Because you're cheap and don't spend a dime of what you have in the bank, and you still use that old tablet with the chipped screen, and because Sebastian is so afraid of losing you that he doesn't even tell you that you need a new laptop for your stady, Nancy and I bought you one. Now we won’t be ashamed to be seen with you and that old crap you call a tablet.” Everyone laughed. Yes, it was true that Theo only spent as much money as necessary, but his old tablet worked perfectly. The second gift was for Sek, and it was from Theo. A Smartwotch, and a book named “Golden Boy”, written by Tara Sullivan, about an albino boy from a small Tanzanian village. Sek hugs Theo and thanks him, immediate

“Maisie, she put so much thought into that gift! How heartless can you be to ignore her like that?” “I seriously misjudged you. In that case, we won’t give you any gifts either.” Left with no choice, I said I appreciated both the gift and her intentions, but I was already wearing a necklace. Zoe’s eyes reddened. “The one I'm giving you is more expensive than that. Doesn’t it deserve a place around your neck?” Just then, Miles Gray's rough voice came from downstairs. “Maisie! C-Come down!” It was my brother.

Dad added with a smile. But were they really relieved? Did they honestly think Jane was capable of managing all that wealth? At home, she fooled everyone with her fake kindness. But out in the world, no one would buy it. I felt a tickle in my nose. When I rubbed it, my fingers came away smeared with blood. "Why the nosebleed? The humidity in this room is perfectly fine," Mom murmured, handing me a tissue. I wiped the blood away casually, then tested the waters. "Mom, Dad... if I died one day, would you be sad?"

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"It's just for clarity's sake that you received the parcel." "Hold on. What parcel?" Cadeau's gaze ran to the gift bags laying beside the man in a pile, and narrowed her eyes. "Who ordered these things? and who told you I needed them?" "Your husband did. These are presents, he told us. And am the delivery guy," he stated. Cadeau opened one of the gifts bags and took out two red dresses and one in black. "Hey, it's the dresses!" She exclaimed, "these are the ones we saw yesterday,"

Things like birthdays seemed… trivial in comparison. And yet, here he was, handing me a gift. Swallowing past the sudden tightness in my throat, I reached for the box. “Thank you,” I murmured, keeping my gaze lowered to hide the emotions swirling inside me. Carefully, I unwrapped the package. Inside was a collection of rare, out-of-print medical books—volumes so valuable that acquiring them must have taken an immense amount of effort. I traced my fingers over the covers, unable to suppress the small smile tugging at my lips.

He grinned, dірріng his hand іntо his bag. “Yоu brоught сhосоlаtе?” I аѕkеd, thаt was always thе bеѕt present, but mу smile grеw even wіdеr whеn hе hаndеd mе thе Amazon gіft саrd. “Wоw £500, rеаllу?” Mу еуеѕ lit up аѕ I mentally calculated hоw mаnу bооkѕ I соuld buу оn mу nеvеr-еndіng wіѕh lіѕt.

“I know you’re bribing me. I’m paying it back to be your fake girlfriend, you hot tease.” He laughs. He gave me five books—all of them are from the NYT bestsellers. “Wow! You really pampered me. I can get used to this, you know.” “Wait. What is this?” I look at the coupon in my hand. “I thought you might want to buy something, so, that’s part of m gift.” I hand it back to him, but he pushes my hand back. “That’s yours, princess. I thought you might wanna buy books or school supplies.”

“You got me art supplies?” “Well technically Geoffrey picked the sketchbook.” “And Jeremiah spent fifteen minutes arguing with the cashier about pencils,” Geoffrey added dryly. “She lacked artistic vision.” Jeremiah added, “She worked at a bookstore.” He chipped in. “She still judged me.” I looked back down at the sketchbook carefully. It was beautiful. It was a simple black leather cover that had soft pages and good quality too but it looked way too expensive for casual gifts. “You didn’t have to do this,” I said quietly.

There is something about the way it is wrapped, so carefully and deliberately, that makes me think it is more than just a simple gift. I unzip the parcel, my hands trembling slightly, and pull out a stack of books. Romance novels, to be exact. New releases, their covers glossy and pristine, the kind of books I have not had the time or energy to buy since I came back to America. I run my fingers over the titles, my heart aching in a way I cannot quite explain.