Chapter 80
Myrah's POV
Hello, Paris. Do you mind if I eat lunch with you on your balcony? She sat down next to me, placed the gift bags on the bed, and inquired with a smile.
"Sure! I respectfully replied, I'm hungry." To make this work, I wanted to give it my all.
"Great" Mom told the maids waiting by the entrance to come in and put the meals on the balcony. As they obeyed her orders, I was distracted. I was examining the gift bags to see what was inside them.
"I made a few purchases for you that I thought you'd like. Knee pads, to start," she remarked, picking up a present bag. I assumed you'd require new ones. I specifically requested that they make these with your initials on them for you. She took them out and said, I bought colors I thought you'd be comfortable with also."
I accepted them when she handed them to me. They were precisely what I needed. They were black, grey, white, royal blue, and crimson in color. I cherished them.
