She slowly sipped some water and watched Sherry White approach, taking out an invitation from her bag and placing it on the coffee table beside her.
The black invitation with gold embossing looked very high-class, and its design and colors suggested the maturity and composure of someone of high status.
Norris Moore lifted her head to look at her.
"You should go, Norris," Sherry White said with an expression of unease, seeming to find the situation quite abrupt, "He'll certainly be very happy to see you there."
"He has missed you a lot these past three years."
"It's his thirty-second birthday... It really would be a pity without you."
It's his thirty-second birthday...
Norris Moore sat on the sofa, recollecting the soft, deep voice of Trenton Smith from not long ago.
"Norris Moore, I'm already thirty-two years old."
...
She felt slightly dizzy.
