Derick's POV
Lillian just stared at me, her eyes empty and devoid of any emotions. I couldn't tell what she was thinking or planning to say but I knew she was shocked.
“Derick this is the best place to_”
“Lillian, please, you have to believe me. I do have feelings for you. It just happened, and I found myself thinking about you, stealing glances, and_” My words hung in my throat when the living room lights suddenly came on.
At first, I was confused, but then I saw ribbons, balloons, some of my childhood pictures, a one-layered cake, and candles. “What's going on?” I asked, my gaze fixed on Lillian who sighed in disappointment.
“I told you this wasn't the best place to talk about this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper
“Nice recitation, son,” Dad's voice sent chills down my
