Alina's POV:
Warren became very chatty when Flora was mentioned.
But I was suddenly bored. So I excused myself, saying that I was tired. Then, I asked him to leave.
The make-up artist helped me fix my makeup and left too. I sat alone on the sofa in a daze.
My breathing was the only sound in the empty room.
The sun came up gradually, and the area where the light filtered into the room became progressively wider. The dust motes in the air looked like flying moths.
I reached out to catch the dust as I did in childhood, but I was still only met with air.
Unlike in the past though, no one laughed at me for being a little fool who liked to do stupid things.
The water in the glass had gone cold, and the servant forgot to bring me a new glass of water.
I picked up the glass and took a sip. The cold liquid slid into my stomach, dousing my remaining rational thoughts.
My heart felt as if it had been plunged into water.
I should have been happy, but I felt no joy at all. All my nerve endings seemed to have gone numb, and all those words about happiness were very far from me.
Music flowed in from the window, intensifying the feeling that I was a lonely person who had been abandoned.
Today was my big day.
My mind flashed back to my last birthday party. Although it wasn't as major a day as today, I had my father, Warren, a group of elders who loved me, and Coco, who was my most loyal maid.
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