"Look, it is almost 8pm. Mom will go to her workplace. Better tell her about the party, before it is too late."

I re-read the text I was about to send to my best friend, Joey. I clicked on "send" when I was satisfied with the content of the text.

Joey's phone beeped instantly. I jerked my head toward the direction she was sitting, waiting for her to look at me. Her gaze was fixed on her phone for a while, before she looked up. I knew she was reading the text.

Joey shot me a glare, giving me a sign that she was nervous. Well, she was nervous about...