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Then his arms came around her. The kids started chanting for cake. I tore my eyes away and herded everyone toward the long table under the canopy. The cake was ridiculous—three tiers of pink buttercream, edible pearls, a glitter-dusted princess on top. Lila’s eyes went wide. We sang the birthday song, loud, very off-key but joyful. Lila climbed onto her chair. I lit the candles, all five of them. “Make a wish, sweetheart,” I said. She squeezed her eyes shut. Then opened them.

To add to that, they are all wearing big ridiculous matching party hats over their heads. I laugh at them as they walk towards me, singing 'Happy birthday'. Gavin is holding the cake and he is swinging it from side to side. " Were you surprised?", Grace asks me laughing once they finish with the birthday song. " I didn't expect this guys. ", I say whilst shaking my head and looking at the small beautiful round chocolate cake in Gavin's hands. I can’t help but chuckle looking at it. Cause, instead of ‘Happy 19th birthday’ ‘ I'll miss you 18’ is written on it in attractive red letters.

Go go go It's crazy that I'm singing a song about a relationship falling apart while decorating the cake I baked last night for us. I saw the time on the clock and just returned the whole cake back into the oven. I had decorated it in white icing fondant colour with the words- I'm sorry, I love you, written on it. The 'You' was a little crooked but there was no time to beat myself up over it. I'm going to be late to school at this rate. I didn't sleep well last night and by the crack of dawn, I was awake and making my list. I had made up my mind to do this last night as I waited for Luka to come home.

Chloe stood up, moved to Patricia, sat next to her, and placed Patricia's head on her shoulder while patting her back. "My poor baby is sad," Chloe said. "There's no need to worry, okay? All will be well. We'll find another way. In the meantime, why don't you grab a cookie and rest while I prepare dinner for you? I'll even bake your favorite cake." Patricia was taken aback by Chloe's sudden display of affection. She had assumed that Patricia didn't get the job. Patricia wanted to correct her, but hearing Chloe say she would bake her favorite cake—tres leche—made her reconsider. She'd been begging Chloe to bake the cake, but Chloe had always refused. Now the opportunity had come to eat lots o

The cake was delicious, and I was tempted to have a second slice after finishing my first. Just then, Sheryl stormed over to me and slapped the cake right out of my hands. I was stunned. Before I could snap back to my senses, Sherly slapped me hard across the face. The sound of the slap ringing through the air caught the attention of all the guests in the hall. "Have you lost your mind?" Sheryl roared. "Didn't you eat at home? Must you embarrass yourself in front of everyone here? Do you even know where you are right now? Who gave you permission to eat the cake?"

my words trails off as my door creaks open revealing Caison who is awkwardly standing by my door. My entire mood goes sour immediately, “What do you want?" I bark, my words coming out harsher than I meant it. “The Lawyer is here to finalize the papers." That's all he says before exiting the room again. Fresh tears wells up in my eyes but I blink it away. How stupid could I be thinking he would not want to do this? “You can do this, he isn't worthy of you anyway." Pat says rolling her eyes causing a choked laughter to escape my lips.

[ARIETTA’S POV] In the hours that passed, I just sat there, numb. I didn’t even notice that it was already midnight and Pierce’s birthday. I smiled sadly and lit the candle on the cake as I sang a happy birthday to Pierce in my head. My voice trembled as I sang. It’s so sad that the person you want to sing to and wish a happy birthday to isn't there with you. “Happy birthday, Pierce.” I smiled before blowing out the candles. My tears flowed again because I felt so foolish. Then, I laughed at myself.

Of when it won’t come. What if it does? What if it doesn’t? And then she die, but it's not his Win fault. But he still accused him. Why? Why he did this to his own mate? : "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you!" Ash was holding a large cake in his hands and walked through the door as Adom friends sang him his birthday song with Alex and and their friends, including Allen and Sebestian.

I shook my head with a smile. "No, I'll be fine. Besides, you're busy," I said, which makes him come to his senses and realize he cannot leave the pack house. Now that I have confirmed Damien has done his end of the deal, I am free to go. For now. "Right. Call me if you need anything, mate. I'll see you tonight." he said, kissing my cheek. I lowered my head. "See you tonight." I arrive at Patricia's apartment an hour later. I decided to get some cake. It is her favorite thing in the world, and I just know she will love it.

Was that…? “A cake?” I asked. “Yup. Help me with this,” he said, setting the box on the tiled counter. Together, we opened it and carefully lifted out the chocolate cake. It looked rich, decadent — the kind you’d only see in magazines. My mouth watered just looking at it. “Let’s go,” he said, carrying the cake while I brought the lighter. Back at the living room, Denver led everyone in singing: 🎵“Happy birthday to you…”🎵