At the venue, Victor hung back, motioning for me to open the door. Confused, I pushed it open, and a burst of confetti made me flinch. When I looked up, the room was decked out for a party, a banner screaming, “Happy 28th Birthday, Brooke!”
My heart stuttered, but my eyes were blank with confusion.
“Happy birthday, Brooke.” Victor’s voice was warm as he handed me a bouquet of vibrant violets—my favorite flower. Julian had once given me 999 bunches when he confessed his love. The memory of his shy smile made me grin despite myself.
Victor’s eyes flickered with something—surprise, maybe—before he cooled again. He waved, and Ivy rolled out a massive cake, her smile dripping with guilt. “I’m so sorry, Brooke, for getting you hurt. This cake’s my apology.”
I barely nodded, not bothering wit
