Chapter 89
DAMIAN'S POV
I didn't know when I fell asleep.
One moment, I was staring at the ceiling, thinking about Angela.
The next, I was dreaming.
Her birthday had arrived.
Everything was exactly as I had planned.
Angela stood in front of me wearing a dress I had never seen before. She looked beautiful, but it wasn't the dress that held my attention.
It was her expression.
She looked happy.
Completely happy.
There was no distance in her eyes.
No hesitation.
Nothing held back.
She walked toward me, and I reached for her hand.
“Happy birthday,” I whispered.
She smiled.
“You planned all this?”
“For you.”
She looked around the room.
The flowers.
The candles.
The dinner waiting for us.
Then she looked back at me.
“You did too much.”
“Not enough.”
She laughed softly.
