MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel stirred under the warm covers, blissfully unaware of the mischievous smile on Elizabeth's face as she tiptoed into his room.
Her voice began as a soft hum but grew louder as she broke into a cheerful rendition of "Happy Birthday."
A groan escaped from beneath the blankets. Miguel pulled them over his head, muttering something incoherent. But Elizabeth's enthusiasm was something else. She tugged at the edge of the blanket until Miguel peeked out, his eyes squinting at the morning light.
“Happy Birthday!” Elizabeth exclaimed, her smile wide and infectious.
Miguel rubbed his eyes, letting out a reluctant smile. “Thanks, Liz,” he mumbled, his voice still groggy.
Elizabeth held out a neatly wrapped box, practically bouncing with excitement. “I got you something.
