บท 221: [The Gift]

[Emery's POV]

[The Gift]

At the time of Lance and Lawrence's birthday.

"Here."

Lean Lee practically threw a small box on Lance's pretty face. It was a good thing that Lance reflexes were excellent. He managed to catch the small box before it knocked his forehead. He would surely wake up tomorrow with a bruise and a bump if he didn't. That's for sure.

"What's this?" Lance asked when he didn't find any note attached to the neatly wrapped box. It was small and light and whatever was inside felt like a piece of jewelry.

The party already ended a while ago, and what left was the cleanup. The waiters and maids were busy going to and fro to clean everything.

"Emery's gift," his mother said.

It didn't escape his notice that his mother was angry.

Specifically, angry at him.

"Why are you angry at me?"

"I'm not," his mother snapped.

Lance rolled his eyes. "It's not my fault that I don't like Emery, alright?"