As Perrie planned a nursery mural, across the city, her ex-fiancé was sat down at lunch with her half-sister.
“You can’t not have a birthday party,” the NYU junior complained as she sat inside an air-conditioned cafe, stealing the strawberries off her sister’s salad.
“I’m turning thirty-one, it’s not that big of a deal,” Jade shrugged.
“Which would be a valid point if you’d had an extravaganza last year for your thirtieth like I said you should have, but you didn’t. What’s the point of being a celebrity if you’re not going to throw big parties?”
Jade rolled her eyes at Carson and offered her an explanation. “I was on tour last year, that’s why I couldn’t have a party. And I just don’t want to have one, okay? I hate my birthday.”
“That’s not true and you know it,” Carson stuck her fork
