Chapter 85
BENEDICTA’S POV
Angela's birthday was still a few weeks away, but I was already excited.
Not normal excited.
The kind of excited that made me check the calendar every morning even though I knew perfectly well how many days were left.
I had already started making plans in my head.
A birthday dinner.
A beautiful cake.
Pictures.
Maybe a little surprise at her office.
Angela would probably complain about the attention, but I knew her well enough to know she would secretly enjoy it.
She had changed over the past few months.
Not completely.
Angela was still Angela—quiet, composed, and difficult to read.
But she laughed more now.
She allowed herself to enjoy things.
And most importantly, she looked happy.
That mattered to me.
I was sitting on my sofa one afternoon, sc
