CHAPTER 3
Monica and Anastasias nineteenth birthday had been the previous day, Paris’ and Angelicas
was today, while Belinda’s was the day after tomorrow. After handing out what gifts they had
for each other they hugged and sang the happy birthday song. Paris couldn’t help it when she
looked at her wrist. The wristlet on her wrist had been given to her by Nathan the previous
year for her birthday. Her whole day had been crowned by that simple piece of jewellery.
The day had started off with her dad’s phone call to wish her a happy birthday. She had
woken up that morning to his call and she had been really happy about it. Vanessa had come
in drunk the previous night so Paris didn’t bother to checking in on her, neither did she expect
a happy birthday from the woman who birthed her. It was obvious to everyone who knew the
bottle blond that the birth of her child was the beginning of her sorrows.
Going to school was quite fun as she went with her friends in a car that she had refused to
drive for a while now. They all sang her happy birthday and gave her presents, she thanked
them and they sang loudly till they packed the car at their school and all ran in to their
classes. She smiled when her cheer team sang happy birthday to her and was happy when just
before cheer practice was to end, Nathan came into the gym and knelt after handing her a
bouquet of red roses. She stared at him for what seemed ages, but was a few seconds.
Without guessing she saw the box and she had just thought, what was this fresh man doing?!
Was he finally popping the question? Yes they had talked about kids, marriage and stuff; well
she had talked about them. All he did was grunt. Or nod. Or, sometimes smile and say, well
that isn’t happening. She had never thought she would be seeing him on one knee.
Then he said, ‘Paris,’ he opened the box and she saw the bracelet, ‘I want us for forever, but
for now, I want you to have this around your wrist like you are wrapped around my heart.’
Everyone had gone ‘AWWWW!!!’ when they kissed and for the last year, or for the most of
it, he had behaved like a proper boyfriend.
‘Forget him.’ Anastasia said looking at Paris with pity. ‘You could always pawn it off to –’
‘whatever. Our plan is what matters the most to me.’
‘Besides that, who has heard from my dad?’ Angelica asked stuffing her mouth.
