The following day, the Tang family estate was buzzing like a beehive on steroids. Everyone was scurrying around like headless chickens, especially Daniel and Anna.
But Sylvia? Oh, she was the busiest of them all. From the crack of noon, a horde of professional makeup artists and hair stylists had invaded her bedroom, turning it into a war zone of beauty products and hairspray.
Meanwhile, Everly, the birthday girl herself, was sprawled out on the bed in Alan's room, casually reading a novel on her phone. Alan, who was sitting in a chair not too far away, was at a loss for words as he watched Everly's nonchalant attitude. Sure, he knew full well that Everly didn't take these sorts of events seriously, seeing them as nothing more than an opportunity to watch a live soap opera unfold.
Still, he decided to give it a shot and asked her, "Don't you want to start getting ready?"
Everly didn't even glance up from her novel. Instead, she put on a pitiful voice, mimicking Sylvia.
