Chapter 8
Lily’s POV.
I sank into the soft cushions of the living room sofa, stretching my aching back toward the ceiling. The math homework lay scattered across the coffee table, half-finished equations and scribbled notes mocking me.
“Seriously, what kind of cursed person spends their birthday solving math equations?” I muttered, staring up at the ceiling like the answer was up there.
Maybe the universe would drop a cute boy through my roof and finally end this dry streak of lonely birthdays.
I sighed, rolling onto my side and hugging a pillow. “Happy birthday, Lily,” I whispered to myself. “Hope you and your imaginary boyfriend have a blast tonight.”
Mark was out of the country. Sonia has been acting as the President of Secret Plans Incorporated lately. And me? I had me, my books,
