Everyone suddenly realized it was true. The birthday celebration was about to start, but when Dylan arrived, the whole vibe shifted—from public humiliation to shameless flattery. They'd nearly forgotten about the event entirely.
Eager to impress, Mr. Pritt jumped in. "Mr. Philemon, would you allow me the honor of hosting Madame's birthday ceremony?"
He addressed Anna respectfully, eager to please Dylan.
Dylan nodded. To him, it didn't matter who hosted the ceremony. Besides, giving Mr. Pritt this moment was probably for the best. "Sure, go ahead, Mr. Pritt."
Mr. Pritt beamed as he quickly stepped up to the podium to begin hosting Anna's birthday banquet. Meanwhile, Anna clung to Dylan's hand, asking him all sorts of questions, showing genuine concern for him.
Soon, the gift-giving seg
