Ethan's POV
I surveyed the transformed ballroom, feeling pretty damn pleased with myself. The place looked incredible - modern art installations mixed with classic elegance, just like Stella would want. A massive banner reading "Happy Birthday Stella" hung across one wall, the letters sparkling under the ambient lighting.
"Dude, you went all out," Matthew whistled, coming up beside me. "This must've cost a fortune."
"Worth every penny." I adjusted one of the centerpieces on a nearby table. "I'm still not sure about these flowers. Think they're too much?"
"You're asking the guy who thinks matching socks are optional?" He laughed, grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
The guest list was already filling in - a mix of faces I recognized and others I didn't. Stella's classma
