Blair’s POV
The next morning came quicker than expected. I opened my eyes to a new dawn. It was finally my 18th birthday. The day was bright and clear, which, as Jane declares, is a good omen. When I stepped out, I was surprised to see that everywhere was now in huge chaos.
Caterers were arriving, florists transforming the ballroom into something from a fairy tale, and staff rushing around like they were preparing for a royal wedding rather than just a simple 18th birthday party.
I pulled one of the maids to a corner, looking confused.
“Why all this?” I questioned as she smiled at me, as if trying to blush over my own birthday.
“Actually, you are about to have an extravagant 18th birthday, and it came as a surprise. I hope you enjoy it, and happy birthday, Ms. Blair,” she said to
