Zella
“Happy birthday, Uncle Charlie,” I cheered, hugging the old man on the wheelchair. Uncle Charlie was way older than my Dad and Isaiah, but I was always around while we grew up too. He used a wheelchair but was as stubborn and grumpy as hell.
“What's fun about it? Those damn reporters are out there with their cameras again, and I don't know half the people in this hall,” He said sullenly. I could see the glint in his eyes, though. He was happy.
“Are you done pretending, old man?” Sasha chuckled, handing him the present we got for him.
“Maybe I am, maybe I am not,” He grinned, “Good to see my two favorite girls again,”
“Oh stop,” I blushed, glancing around the party. I recognized a few folks and business partners of the King Industries. The Lord of King Industries himself stood
