Debra perked up. "You can''t take back a gift. Wait and see. I''ll find you."


    She rushed back to her room.


    Jordan was supervising the cleaning. "Hey, we just mopped the floor. Are you


    doing this on purpose?"


    Debra ignored him. Finding the gift was her top priority.


    Erica, who had been looking for Debra, came to the third floor. Debra was on the


    floor, using her phone''s shlight to look under the bed.


    "What are you looking for?" Erica asked. "We have less than two hours before the


    guests arrive. Come on, let''s get you ready."


    "An hour is enough," Debra replied. "I''m looking for the gift Andrew prepared for


    me."


    "What gift? You''ve got enough already."


    "Andrew said a girl''sing-of-age gift has to be special and luxurious."


    "But everything he gives you is luxurious."


    "Andrew said as long as I''m happy, he''ll give me anything."


    "Damn rich people."


    Debra had searched every nook and cranny, but there was no sign of the gift.


    Erica helped but gave up quickly.


    Half an hourter, Debra slumped onto the bed. "Lair! There''s nothing here."


    Just then, a pink box with a bow tied


    around it fell from the ceiling,


    and saw the chandelier swaying.


    The box had a note: Do not open


    without permission.


    Her frustration instantly turned into joy.


    "You''re too easy to please. You''ve been searching for an hour," Erica teased.


    "It''s given by Andrew. Of course, I''m happy," Debra smiled, eagerly opening the


    box.


    "Wait. It says not to open it," Erica reminded her.


    "I''ll just peek. He won''t know," Deb


    grinned, opening the box to find


    nothing but another note.


    It wrote, "No gifts for disobedient kids."


    Debra was dumbfounded.


    A maid entered the room. "Ms. Frazier, it''s time to do your makeup."


    Erica stood up. "Come on. Let''s get you ready, birthday girl. We have a lot of


    guests here."


    Debra''s shoulders sagged. Ericaforted her, "It''s fine. You still have those


    fancy jewelry."


    Debra mumbled, "I don''t want any jewelry."


    Since childhood, Andrew had given


    her countless jewels, but today was


    hering-of-age party. She


    wanted something special, not just


    expensive jewelry she couldn''t wear


    every day.


    "You just can''t see the forest for the tree," Ericaughed.