Shiraz’s Pov.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

I shut the fridge after grabbing a bottle of champagne, popped the cork, and took a long drink. Pulling a chair closer, I sat down with one leg propped up, feeling refreshed as the liquid burned down my throat.

“Mom wants us to prepare for the party,” Shiri said, sliding her chair toward the table as she flipped through her books. “She wants everyone there in an hour,” she added. “So I need to review a few things before it starts.”

“What’s the party for?” I asked, pulling a cigarette and a lighter from my loose black turtleneck jacket.

“It’s for Sihwa’s...