Chapter 175: Best Gift
Nora sat back and watched in amusement, her eyes glittering with amusement as the four brothers each bickered and debated about whose gift was the best. It had reached a point where they were all ready to open their gifts themselves instead of waiting for her.
Behind them, the party was in full swing with loud upbeat music making everyone let go and enjoy. Isabella had totally thrown herself into throwing a party for her, inviting almost everyone to the party. Nora shook her head. She did not even know half of these people who were dancing.
"Break it up kiddos. Just give her your gifts and stop acting like babies who want to be praised. You’re here for the party."
Ian rolled his eyes at Erasmi and spoke," That’s because your gift must be as boring as you Erasmi and you don’t want to be ashamed. But we’ve bought fun gifts!"
Erasmi straightened his back and snapped back, " You are the one who bought a boring gift! Mine is unique and naturally Nora is going to love it so I have nothing to prove!"
Nora, looked at Erasmi in surprise. Did these guys have no limit to their competitiveness? Just now, he was lecturing them to not look for praise but the moment they said something against him, he was ready to jump in. Shaking her head, Nora finally spoke," Fine fine! I can see all your gift boxes so don’t tell me who brought what. I’ll open them and tell them which one I love the most. I’ll even try to guess who got what."
Satisfied, the brothers all nodded and quickly made themselves scarce. They had not forgotten their original goal for being here... There were so many beautiful girls... Thankfully, Nora’s friend had kept the party away from the college so there were older-young ladies as well. That is older than nineteen or twenty. Even though their brother had stolen a kiddo, they were not going to do the same.
Nora watched as the brothers soon disappeared into the crowd, dancing with the many female who approached them. She could not help but shake her head. They were all too handsome and charming. She’d noticed every woman in the club glancing their way and then staring daggers at her. It was her birthday and she could still feel her life almost shortening by a span.
As they went, Nora rubbed her hands and looked at the four boxes placed on the table thoughtfully.