THE Christmas houseparty was in full swing, with the chatter of guests mingling with the soft hum of carols playing in the background. Kelvin and Jared still at their table, their plates nearly empty from the array of festive dishes they had devoured. The room buzzed with the warmth of laughter and clinking glasses, a stark contrast to the chill outside.
Jared still couldn’t take his eyes off the lady moving gracefully among the guests, her dark hair framing a face he could swear he now recognized, not after the explanation from Kelvin though. She was serving with ease, her tray now empty as she made her way past their table again.
“That is her,” Kelvin said, leaning closer. “That is Jasmine, my sister.”
Jared rolled his eyes.
“You just told me already.”
Kelvin smirked.
“Yep.
