“You…?” Harper stuttered, her eyes widening like she was staring at a ghost. Waves of hot pain burned in her stomach and she stamped her feet on the floor, rambling off like a battered radio.
“f**k, why can't you just understand that I hate the sight of you?! How dare you show up here and ruin my big day?!”
Lucian maintained a smile, waving at her. “Hi birthday girl, you know this is the second time you're celebrating your birthday this year. Does it mean another breakup message is loading?” He shrugged. “I mean, how can we forget what happened the last time it was your birthday?”
“You little—”
Lucian laughed. “Oh please, ignore me. I was just kidding. Happy birthday, Harper. I brought a special gift for you, but it'll be presented when it's time to eat the cake,”
“f**k you,” She spa
