Meera~

"Today was Charlotte's birthday but you killed my daughter and now celeberating your birthday. I wish you had died in her place".

I fisted my hands, trying to prevent myself from sobbing. Do they really think I am celeberating? I don't even like my birthday.

But I didn't know Abram was planning, until this beautiful black dress arrived. And this is the first time, my birthday is being celeberated.

There is someone, who thinks I shouldn't die. Someone who wants to see me alive.

Even if for pretense, someone still sees me for me.

"God, I hate your pathetic face" he spat and I flinched at his harsh tone....