A knock at my hotel room door startles me. I’m in the kitchen in my suite. I love baking and find it relaxing, especially today, of all days. I dust off the flour from my hands before opening the door. I swing the door open and receive an assortment of flowers and boxes of chocolates thrust into my face.
“Surprise!” Aiden shouts proudly.
Leave it to my brother to go a little overboard.
“Oh, Aiden.” I gasp as my cheeks turn pink. “You shouldn’t have!”
“Happy birthday, Carlz.” He grins like a lunatic. “I can’t believe you’re twenty-three now!” he exclaims excitedly.
“I can’t believe you remembered!” I squeal as I launch myself at him, tackling him in a hug. It’s uncommon for Aiden to remember anyone’s birthday besides his own.
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