Henry Lester's birthday party was rumored to be a huge affair, with most of Port Amoria's corporate, military, and political elites on the guest list.
At the victory party that night, Yara Quillan stood alone by the window, phone in hand. Truth be told, she didn't know if she should call Henry Lester.
Although she had received the first-place prize money from the competition, she hadn't bought the birthday present she had originally planned to get for him.
"Yara, what are you up to?" Moira Irving saw Yara Quillan standing there by herself, so she grabbed a plate of salad and walked over.
Yara Quillan smiled and glanced at the main hall. "It's too crowded in there, a little stuffy."
"Yara, have some of this. You haven't eaten anything," Moira Irving said, handing her the plate.
Yara Quillan took the plate and had a few bites before she heard someone from inside call out to her.
