Her long-distance boyfriend lounged in the corner, lazily blowing smoke rings as if he were the king of the room.
A waiter wheeled in the three-tier cake Brandon had ordered for her, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement.
As she made her wishes, Jenna clasped her hands together, her smile radiant and serene, like a princess. "I have three wishes! First, Brandon can't call me a little troublemaker anymore!"
"Second, Brandon can't ignore Sylvia because of me!"
"Third, I wish I could pass my easy-pregnancy genes to Sylvia so she can have a baby for my brother soon!"
Just as she finished speaking, my bag slipped from my hand, and a piece of paper tumbled out.
Brandon picked it up, and when he saw the words "Post-Abortion Care Instructions" printed on it, his face went pale. "Sylvia, what's this?"
