Chapter 52 Fifty-two

• Nina's POV
• I couldn’t help the storm brewing inside me as I stood there, watching them talk about me as though I wasn’t even in the room. My fingers clenched tighter around the glass I was holding, the coolness of it grounding me as I took deep breaths to keep my face calm. My father throwing a party for me and not telling me? It felt strange—no, ridiculous—and knowing him, there had to be a reason behind his secrecy. But now? In front of everyone, I was meant to just nod along while they ripped me apart, blissfully unaware that I held the very power they were mocking me for.
• Mark’s grandma flashed a warm smile at Mr. Donald, her voice carrying a note of appreciation. “Thank you so much for these wonderful gifts, Mr. Donald. They’re nothing short of miraculous.” She looked toward Mrs. Santiago with gratitude before adding, “I will have to find something equally special to give in return.”