Mariah’s POV
“He really went all out,” I thought out loud.
“He’s turning 23. Give him a break. Let him splurge if he wants to.” My dad tried to defend him but I could see the look of surprise on his face.
When I said ‘he really went out’, I meant it. He didn’t hold back. He rented a hotel ballroom. The hotel belonged to the family. This looked more like a wedding reception than a birthday. It had a formal theme but a casual feel. Everyone was casually dressed, even the birthday boy was dressed casually.
I don’t know why but I felt comfortable, which was odd. It was unlike me to feel that way in an unfamiliar place and this was an entirely different country.
I didn’t realize that I had strayed from my friends until I bumped into someone and fell – AGAIN. What’s with this country and me falling on my butt?
“Not again,” I guess I’m not the only one prone to bumping into things or people. But, wait a minute. That voice sounded eerily familiar…. oh, please, not him again.