Finley froze, stunned by her easy acceptance.
Larissa turned back, pulling the four custom invitations from her bag.
“Here,” she said, holding them out. “Not just you. Leopold, your father Paxton, and your aunt Josette can all come to my party.”
If Paxton and Lucius wanted to put on a show, she might as well build the stage for them herself.
Seeing Finley still standing there in a daze, she waved the invitations slightly. “Do you want them or not?”
That snapped him out of it. He rushed forward and took the cards, clutching them as if they were treasure. “Yes,” he breathed.
Satisfied with his dumbfounded reaction, Larissa turned and walked toward her office.
In the open-plan office, Hazel, the employee at her desk, watched Finley leave with a sad expression before forcing her gaze back to her computer screen.
“Work hard. Earn money. Improve yourself,” she chanted silently. “Stop dreaming of shortcuts. It only leads to humiliation.”
Even after leaving Starlight Media, Finley’s heart was still pounding. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten the invitations so easily. Suddenly, all his efforts in Spire Village seemed almost pointless. But the outcome was what mattered.
Once in his car, he decided against going back to his own apartment. He would go to Leopold’s place first and give them the other three invitations. Leopold would be just as thrilled as he was.
After that, he had to find the perfect birthday gift for his sister.
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