The morning after the birthday, the tension from last night hadn’t left me. Canna stayed a little longer, lingering over breakfast, quietly checking emails on his laptop while I nursed my coffee. I felt calm in a way I hadn’t in years.
My phone started to ring, only to find out it was Mr Frank.
“Hello Sir, good morning”
“Good morning Shina. Is Canna with you? I couldn't find him at the party yesterday” he asked.
“He left before the toast,” I said casually.
Canna looked up, eyebrow slightly raised. “Are you talking to my dad?”
I nodded, swirling my cup.
“Jeffery brought a girl to cause a scene at your party. It provoked Canna that's why we left. We are really sorry we couldn't celebrate fully with you”
He was silent for a few minutes. “That boy!!…. Okay Shina, thank you”
I turned
