Chapter 221


    Because of Daphne, Derek had already pieced it together. That girl dancing at Neon Nights Bar was


    none other than Sherilyn! Wasn''t Gilbert, after all the effort of getting her into the Lightning Dance


    Troupe, just trying to rekindle an old me? Yet, why was she with Edgar?


    "What are you looking at me for?" Gilbert gave him a sidelong nce, his voice dripping with


    sarcasm. "As Edgar’s cousin, even Yates is clueless? As her ex, I’m even more out of the loop."


    "Man, oh man." Yates was totally in the dark. "I honestly had no idea. Man, this is messy. Can you


    imagine what my aunt and uncle would say if they found out?"


    Meanwhile, Edgar let go of Sherilyn''s hand and waved everyone over. "Come on, what are you


    doing over there?"


    They all gathered around.


    A bit sheepish, Edgar nced at Sherilyn. "Let me properly introduce you to my girlfriend, Sherilyn."


    "Hi, everyone." Sherilyn offered a shy smile.


    Hmm. Gilbert silently scoffed, diverting his gaze. Women in love.


    Edgar continued, "Sherilyn, you know everyone here. No need for formal introductions, right?"


    "Yeah, of course." Sherilyn smiled, nodding.


    Noticing Sherilyn holding onto a bag, Edgar asked, "What’s that? You’ve been holding onto it for a


    while. Isn’t it heavy?"


    "Not at all." Sherilyn smiled, shaking her head. "It’s a birthday present for you."


    "Really?" Edgar''s eyes sparkled with anticipation, a wide grin spreading. "You got me a birthday


    present?"


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    "You..." Sherilyn couldn''t help butugh. "I came for your birthday. How could I not bring a gift?"


    She bit her lip, looking a bit embarrassed. "It’s nothing fancy, though. You don’t have to tell me if you


    don’t like it. Just dispose of it quietly."


    Much like Gilbert once did.


    "How could I not like it?" Curiosity got the better of Edgar. "What is it? Can I open it now?"


    Even though he had received plenty of presents that day, none sparked his interest like Sherilyn’s.


    But how could Sherilyn''s gift be anything like the others?


    "Maybe not here." Sherilyn whispered, "I made it myself."


    "You made it?" That just made Edgar even more curious. "What is it? If I can''t open it now, give me


    a hint."


    "It’s a shirt." Sherilyn handed over the bag. "Take it home and open it there. Try it on, and if you


    don’t like it, it’s fine. But if you do and anything doesn’t fit right, I can adjust it for you."


    "I already love it!" Edgar hugged the bag close, "How could I not? You made it by hand..."


    It felt like he had discovered a treasure.


    Edgar was overjoyed. "Sherilyn, you made this? You can do that?"


    "Yes." Sherilynughed, amused by Edgar’s reaction.


    It was obvious. Edgar truly liked her gift. And that made Sherilyn, the one who gave the gift, even


    happier.


    Edgar couldn’t help but praise her. "You''re amazing!"


    "Am I?" Sherilyn blushed, "My grandma was a seamstress. I only know a few basics."


    "That''s still amazing!" Edgar was eager to open it immediately, but he also wanted to save it, to


    make the momentst. It was something Sherilyn made uniquely for him!


    He decided to wait, to open it when he was alone. "Thank you, Sherilyn. I love it. Love it."


    "Come on." Sherilyn yfully red at him, a mix ofughter and exasperation, "You haven’t even


    seen it yet..."


    "But I already love it!" Edgar grinned from ear to ear. "Anything from you, even a straw, would mean


    the world to me!"