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Ethan laughed "Actually Jason couldn't care less if it was his birthday. This is all proudly sponsored by Cassie." "I guessed as much. I'll come, Thanks." She was briefly comforted by the fact that with Aosoth still out there somewhere, there was still trivialities like birthdays to look forward to. "So how old exactly are they turning?" She added. "They'll be seventeen." She gaped again "Wow. Just... wow" "What?"

BETHANY She looked extremely baffled and I perfectly understood her reaction. She was now twenty years old and a fully grown-up woman. Beautiful, voluptuous, enchanting, and feisty. If not for the fact that I especially sent Ada on her side to watch over her during those years, I would've even recognized her. Oh, my little precious Rafaella… How I missed her so much during those years… I couldn't help looking at her fondly just like how I looked into my daughter Ada.

"] [No! I am dead! Hmph!] [I am so sorry girl! I was on low bat TT TT] [TT TT it's okay] [Are you picking me up or not?] [Yes I am. ;P] [Hehehe let's have fun for your bday. Wait for me at the airport kay?] [Yup! Okay, Beth ttyl! I have to get ready] [Okay! Ttyl!] ------------------------------------

She decided, and stepped past me into the apartment. "You haven't done much packing yet, have you?" "Nope. Been pretty busy. But I've taken the whole week off, and will be alternating between working on the new house, packing and moving." I closed the door, and stepped further into the apartment. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Yeah, something with vodka." Beth didn't drink. Never had in my presence. She was definitely underage, I didn't think she was even interested. I had been thinking along the lines of a soda or water.

"It's Onyx, she would never look at me like that. The last time I spoke to her, she called me a kid," Seth tsked, then his eyes landed on the redhead that had been taking over his mind since he saw her again a month ago. As if feeling his gaze, Gwen looked his way, and almost instantly, he looked away. "Maybe you are a kid," "Hey! I'm twenty and she's only twenty-seven. I would have still fallen for her if she was forty-eight!" He defended.

Beth lovingly stroked Gia’s cheek. She had been Gia’s patient for nearly three years. It was natural for them to be close despite their age difference—Gia was twenty-nine, while Beth was nearly seventy. "Is Mr. Norad coming soon?" Gia pushed Beth's wheelchair out of the therapy room, heading toward the hospital waiting area. "Yes. He's getting coffee in the cafeteria," Beth replied, glancing at a message from her husband on her phone, which she was holding at arm's length because she had forgotten her reading glasses.

Beth Collins regarded her best friend with an exasperated expression from across her kitchen table where they were having tea.She knew Emma meant well,but sometimes it got to be a bit much. For once,could she just give it a rest? “I mean,I know the divorce was hard on you,”Emma continued,”but really,it’s been eight months.Your life must go on.” Beth smiled tiredly.”When I’m ready Em,I’m sure I’ll start dating again.What's the hurry?” “You’re not getting any younger.34 is practically ancient in today’s world.”

Beth's POV Eighteen year old Beth sat down on a black leather arm chair at Marvel corps reception. Her spine straighter than a new pencil even though anxiety was starting to kick at her from every damn angle known to man. A sigh slipped out her lips when her stomach grumbled noisily and she patted it gently before allowing her back to fall against the comfort of the chair behind her and then glanced at the wall clock hanging on the yellow painted wall. She has been waiting for more than an hour already and looked like she will have to wait around a bit much longer.

“Ladies, pay attention, or we’ll have to find someone who can!” “Sorry, Mr. Cooper!” Beth shouted back down to him. Normally, she’d show him the book was correct, but that was impossible now that she was ten feet above the ground. While her friends might be off-task or distracted, Beth had been keeping score since she was nine years old and had it down. Rarely did she make a mistake, and when she did, it was usually Sammy related….

I chuckled, and so did she. I followed Beth on the way to my room. I don't know the names of our maids, but I can recognize their faces, and Beth is the face I will never forget. Her features never changed. She has light brown skin, black hair, brown eyes, thin light pink lips, and is quite chubby. She just got a few wrinkles, and I got 2 feet and a few inches taller. We have had Beth since the time I just turned 7. We had six maids back then, and Beth was the seventh. I thank God, and maybe mom, for giving her this job. Out of all of them, Beth is my only favorite. She's the one who always takes care of me when mom is on a business trip with my dad. Beth would always tuck me in, telling sto