Chapter 191

Marisol puffs her cheeks and moves to stop her mother's movement. "I can prepare something for myself, thank you." She grabbed the ingredients for a sandwich from her mother and began arranging them on a plate on the counter. "I will remain cut off from the pack," Marisol announced with her back still turned to both men and her mother by her side and the room, albeit having fallen into a comfortable silence a few minutes ago, felt even quieter now as tension began to build. "Because you guys do not understand me. By now, you should have understood that I hate everything to do with the preparations for my birthday. It's stressing me out. You are also stressing me with all the attention you've been giving me lately." She lied swiftly and heard her mother breathe out a relieved sigh immediately after. "Oh honey," Nicole coos, taking a step closer, "I'm so sorry. We didn't think of that. We'd thought you loved the idea of planning the ball yourself because it's your 21st birthday." Marisol