“What?” Zarelle was surprised by the question. “Nothing!”
“Then what’s he doing at the party?”
Zarelle shrugged. “How should I know?”
“Well, there’s definitely something going on there,” Isabel mused. “The way he looked at you…”
Zarelle furrowed her brows. “Oh, right! I still owe him money for the car repair.”
Just as Isabel was about to pry further, the sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention.
“Good evening, Zarelle.” It was Nicholas.
Zarelle shot him a cold, sidelong glance. “What are you doing here?”
“Um, I came to, um, to tell you something.”
“What?”
“You know today’s Calden’s birthday, right?”
“So? What does that have to do with me?”
Nicholas mumbled, “He sent you an invitation, but you never showed.”
“I get plenty of invitations fr
