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    “Why don’t you call Mr. Wilson and ask?” Alice suggested, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “No


    matter


    how busy he is, I’m sure he will make time to celebrate your birthday with you.”


    “Is that so?” A glimmer of hope shone in Victoria’s eyes. “I think I’ll give Wilson a callter.”


    “Yvie!” Nancy squealed. She was eager to speak as she rushed over, linking her arm with Yvette’s.


    “Come on, let’s go! We don’t want to keep Jacob waiting!”


    Yvette rolled her eyes, helpless against her friend’s enthusiasm. “You’re just excited to see my


    brother, right?”


    Nancy’s face turned bright red as she giggled. “Maybe a little–but you don’t have to point it out!


    Come on, let’s go!”


    “Wait.” Yvette reached for the ne around her neck. She removed the Violet Kiss she was


    already wearing and reced it with a different one.


    Nancy’s eyes widened in confusion. “Yvie, what are you doing? Why are you changing nes?”


    “This one was a gift from Jacob.”


    It was her design, but the ne was essentially a gift from Jacob.


    “I don’t want him to get jealous if I’m not wearing it.”


    As they reached the school gates, they spotted Jacob waiting for them. His exquisite appearance


    drew admiring nces, yet the icy chill of his demeanor kept girls at bay.


    As soon as Jacob saw the two girls, his cold demeanor softened. He reached out to gently ruffle


    Yvette’s hair. Without waiting for Nancy to lean in, he instinctively reached out to pat her head.


    Nancy was taken aback for a moment, but then her face lit up with a bright red flush.


    “Yvie, what do you girls want to eat?” Jacob asked, his voice filled with a newfound warmth.


    Yvette’s gaze lingered on Nancy, her face radiant with delight. Yvette’s lips curved into a scheming


    smile as she said, “I’m game for anything, Jacob. Why don’t you ask Nancy what she wants to


    eat?”


    With that, Yvette turned and walked toward the car, leaving the two of them alone.


    Nancy was still reeling from the thrill of being patted by Jacob. Her eyes shone with happiness as


    she spoke. “Jacob, I… I’m not picky at all. Whatever you choose is fine with me.”


    Jacob’s smile deepened. “Alright, I’ll choose the restaurant.”


    He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautifully wrapped gift box.


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    “This is for you,” he said.


    As he had been browsing for a gift for Yvette, he had stumbled upon a rose–shaped brooch. For


    some reason, he had been drawn to it, and it reminded him of Nancy. She was like the brooch–


    beautiful and vibrant. On a whim, he had decided to buy it for her.