The Trap Of Ace
And so did Ace.
"You will get it after the party. It's in the fridge," I replied, my eyes going back to the crowd for a moment.
And there he was, standing at a corner, beside a table. With a drink in his hand, he looked deep in thought.
"Happy birthday!" Wrapping my arms around Tess, I wished her.
"Thanks!" She pulled back. "You changed?" Her eyes raked over my gown.
Mark, a boy in their group slapped on Ace's back, greeting him. But he ignored him. And when Mark went to reach for the glass in his hand, Ace shot him a sharp look, making him back away.