P Chapter Sixty-One
Venessa’s Point of View
The nervous panic about Khalid's upcoming birthday continued to swirl around in my stomach for two whole days. I knew I needed desperate help, and there was only one person in the world I could completely trust with this kind of sensitive secret. During my afternoon lunch break from the children's community outreach center, I arranged to meet Mia at our absolute favorite little café downtown.
The moment I walked through the door and sat down across from her at our usual table, she took one single look at my wide, anxious eyes and instantly knew that something massive was weighing heavily on my mind.
“Okay, spill it, Venessa,” Mia said with a knowing smirk, slowly stirring her warm latte. “You have that exact look on your facethe one where you
