Getting downstairs, kids were pouring in from the school. Music was playing, the basement had been turned into a dance floor. Quinn and Amelia came rushing over even before we reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Happy Birthday, Violet. I am glad you're finally eighteen, he might shut up and stop pining over you now," Quinn said.
"Thank you, Quinn. Was he really," I asked, looking over my shoulder to see Robert giving Quinn a look of 'your going to pay for that'.
"Violet, can you make one of those sour cocktail things you make for me please," Zara asked, as she approached us.
"Sure, I could do with one," I replied, heading towards the kitchen with them all following me.
"You make cocktails," Robert inquired, almost shocked.
"Not really, I just know this one," I shrugged.
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