“So, you’re definitely going now, right?” Eve’s grin stretched across her face like the Cheshire cat’s. “Absolutely not. Like I’m going to let Cayden West order me around. I’m getting movie tickets. Come or don’t. I understand if you want to go to the party.” “It’s your birthday! Of course I’m not going to leave you on your own,” Eve pouted. She sighed. “I guess we’ll just go to the movies.”
