Novel & Cerita So Happy I'm Thirty Cake

He took another step closer, closing the distance like the space between us bothered him. "I wanted to surprise you." My face lit up before I could stop it. Automatic. Embarrassing. And impossible to hide. "A surprise?" Christian nodded, and this time his expression softened. "You're turning thirty," he said. "That's a big milestone." A warm wave rose in my chest—and with it, a sharp flicker of embarrassment for even thinking he could be cheating. "I thought you forgot," I admitted quietly. Christian laughed, and finally—it was his laugh. The one that always made me feel like I was home.

When I'm finished, I breathe in and out and stare at the cakes with contentment in my heart. "Smile, Laura," I said, making a smiling face. I can't show Thor and Loki that I'm worried or in a bad mood. Today is their birthday, and they are supposed to enjoy themselves. I felt guilty thinking about how their birthday party, which was supposed to be their happy place, became a lure for those criminals. So now all I have to do is make them happy, even if it's just the three of us. I light a number 3 candles in each mini cake I made and pick them up.

He grabbed the cake box and opened it in front of me. It was a two-tier cake. The lower part looked mocha brown, cream fondant covered the smaller layer, and written in thin icing was a short but cute greeting: " HAPPY 26th, MYKAELA! Much love, M " My cheeks warmed up at the note. My breathing went choppy as I stood beside him, just staring at the cake like an idiot, like I suddenly forgot how to speak. "What's it say?" In just seconds, Mommy had already placed the cake on the dinner table. "So sweet." She smiled faintly at the birthday greeting. "You two are just so cute."

He looked away. That was my answer. I picked up the cake knife from the table. Adrian immediately grabbed my hand. "Serena, don't do anything rash." I looked down at his taut knuckles. "You think I'm going to stab you?" He froze. I pulled my hand free and cut the cake. The first slice went in, and a section of frosting collapsed. The "Happy Birthday" on top split in two. I pushed a piece toward him. "Adrian, happy thirty-sixth birthday."

She pulled my hand, shaking her head like a child. “We should toast to that.” Lady Amelia grinned, raising her glass and we did the same. “Cheers.” We chorused. “Calvin’s thirtieth birthday is next weeks is there anything that you all have in mind?” I asked. Their faces lit up at the mention of his birthday.

Leslie Bang! Bang! Bang! Confetti and ribbons fell on me. “Happy birthday!!!” Everyone cheered. “Happy birthday Princess.” Isaac said and hugged while we laughed like we hadn’t seen each other in years. “Did you do all this? It’s beautiful, but I told you to go smaller.” I said, and he rolled his eyes before pushing his glasses closer to his face. “It’s not every day you turn thirty. Now that I mention, I’m ancient.”

"Photographers are actually paid good money to do their job. Vanessa is one of the best photographers in the world. It's not a surprise that she makes crazy money. The extra cents come from Leo's will." "Babe!" Vanessa shouts. "Come cut the cake!" I throw my mom one last glance before turning around to walk towards Vanessa. Everyone starts clapping for me to cut the cake. Thirty-three is written on top of the huge cake. I feel too old to be doing this birthday thing (people singing as I cut the cake) at my age. But I do it because Vanessa put a lot of time and energy in this. I'm about to grab the knife when she stops me.

Carefully cradling it in my hands, I made my way back to the vibrant sitting room, where everyone had gathered. As I placed the cake on the center table, a hush fell over the crowd. A gasp of collective delight rippled through them. Eyes widened and smiles stretched from ear to ear as the realization dawned. The cake, the centerpiece of the celebration, had arrived. Joyful murmurs filled the air, a sweet counterpoint to the earlier symphony of conversation. Three rainbow cake layers piled high, each frosted bright! A happy birthday message beamed for Ihudiya. Balloons and confetti, all made of candy, filled the room with playful glee. A triumphant grin tugged at my lips. This cake? Perfect c

She knew that Mia had found her happiness and that she and Luke were meant to be together. The room filled with congratulations and well-wishes, Ava felt her heart overflow with joy and love. She knew that this was just the beginning of their new life together – a life filled with love, laughter, and adventure. Luke gently took Ava's hand, leading her to the center of the room where a magnificent anniversary cake stood. The cake was a stunning masterpiece, towering over three feet tall, with delicate white fondant and intricate sugar flowers that seemed to dance across its surface. It was adorned with a golden "Happy Anniversary" inscription and placed on an elegant pedestal, surrounded by a

But maybe that was just who they were always trying to give me more than I needed, and more than I ever asked for. “Thanks, Dad and Mom,” I said, flashing them a smile and walking up to them to give them a hug before my gaze flickered toward the table. That was when Trina appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, holding my birthday cake with both hands. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of it, three layers of perfection. The bottom was a smooth swirl of pastel pink, fading into a gorgeous cream at the top, crowned with edible roses and tiny golden pearls that shimmered under the light.