The day had finally arrived: Eric’s birthday.
I had spent the last few hours finalizing the decorations. I chose a theme of gold and black—classic, timeless, and sophisticated, just like the man himself. The greenhouse had been transformed. Fairy lights twinkled against the glass panes, reflecting off the gold streamers like fallen stars. I could already imagine the look on his face, that rare, genuine smile I worked so hard to earn.
“No... no, that goes over there,” I directed one of the staff members, pointing to where the 'Happy Birthday' banner needed to hang perfectly straight.
“Can I have cake, Mommy?” Finn’s small voice piped up from below, followed by a tug on my skirt.
“No, honey. It’s for your Daddy’s party,” I said, trying to be reasonable.
Finn’s face transformed instantly
