Second Present
The day of our birthday party finally arrived, and it felt like a very close rerun of what happened the year previously except for the fact that we were wearing red instead of the light shade of purple that my sister fancied the year before.
We greeted the guests, we accepted the presents, and we played all the games that my sister had planned. Our parents socialized with the guests that they invited while the piles of presents kept piling up higher and higher. Everything passed by in a blur of events as I didn't take note of much.
“Diana, that fiancé of yours is late,” Mother commented before scrunching her face in a look of disapproval.
It was so like her to nitpick on even the smallest things regarding the Vulkan family.
“Well…” Diana murmured before smiling like an angel to cover up for Anthony’s delayed arrival.