Lisa’s POV
For the first time in days, I forgot every question I had ever wanted to ask.
I just stood there, blinking at the scene, heart racing, and whispered,
"Wait... it’s my birthday?"
I couldn’t tell what shocked me more.
The fact that Ronan knew my birthday. The fact that he had done all this — set it up with such precision and quiet care. Or the fact that I, Lisa, had completely forgotten it was today.
How do you forget your own birthday?
‘How do you forget your own birthdayyyyy, Lisa! Tsk.’
I stood frozen, blinking at the space around us. Draped lights swayed gently in the breeze. The table was laid out like something from a magazine spread: delicate candlelight, soft gold cutlery, a linen runner in pale cream. The skyline stretched behind it all, catching the last golden s
