MIGUEL'S MANSION
Elizabeth sat beside Miguel, twirling a strand of her hair. “So,” she began with a mischievous grin, “I need some money. Laura, Iris, and I are going shopping for your birthday. We have a lot to get. Don't worry, I'll be paying for some.”
Miguel, on his laptop reviewing some documents, looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Shopping for my birthday?” he repeated skeptically. “Or for yourself?”
Elizabeth laughed, brushing off his suspicion with a wave of her hand. “Oh, come on, Miguel. It’s not for me. Well, maybe a little. But mostly it’s for the party! I want to handle the souvenirs and drinks myself. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”
Miguel smirked, narrowing his eyes at her. “You’re saying this like you don’t already have plans to sneak in some personal items,” he said.
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