MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE
I soaked in every syllable, every emotion.
Then, the lights dimmed once more, and at the end of the corridor, Dwayne emerged. He pushed a food cart slowly forward, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips as he sang a soft, slow rendition of "Happy Birthday."
My heart stuttered.
On the cart sat the most stunning cake I had ever seen—a multi-tiered masterpiece covered in delicate, hand-painted sugar flowers that cascaded down the sides like a garden in full bloom. The base was adorned with intricate gold filigree, and at the very top sat a miniature sugar sculpture of a chef’s hat resting beside a tiny, edible whisk. The rich aroma of vanilla, caramelized sugar, and fresh berries filled the
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