Hearing Gordon's words, Sophie perked up instantly: "Whoever heard of taking back a gift once it's given? Just watch, I'll find it for sure!"
With that, she bolted towards her room like her life depended on it.
Harold, who was overseeing the cleaning, saw her dash by and couldn't help but vent, "Sophie! The floor's just been mopped! Are you doing this on purpose?"
Sophie couldn't care less about Harold's grumbling. Finding that gift was all that mattered now!
Jenna had been searching for Sophie for a while, so she headed up to the third floor. She found Sophie in full chaos mode, rummaging through her room, sprawled out on the floor with her phone's flashlight aimed under the bed.
"Sophie! What on earth are you doing? The guests will be here in two hours! You need to come and get ready!"
"An hour's plenty! I'm just trying to find the gift my brother got you."
"What gift? Haven't you already racked up enough gifts today?"
"That's not good enough. You only turn eighteen once, and my brother insists a girl's coming-of-age bash should be extravagant!"
Jenna rolled her eyes, exasperated. "When has Gordon ever held back? Sophie, you're practically drowning in luxury! He's spoiled you rotten!"
"My brother always says if it makes me happy, he can afford it."
"Seriously, what does Gordon do for a living? Does he have a money tree or something?"
Jenna shook her head, baffled by Gordon's endless generosity.
Sophie was practically tearing her room apart but still hadn't found a trace of the gift. Jenna, dragged into the search, was losing steam fast, giving up after less than ten minutes.
With more than half an hour wasted, Sophie plopped onto the bed in frustration. "Liar! It's nowhere!"
Just then, a small pink box with a ribbon fell from the ceiling, landing right in Sophie's lap.
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