Amethyst’s POV
I found myself endlessly reviewing the various options available to me, again and again, as if I could somehow unearth the perfect choice.
Breakfast by the beach.
Picnic by a river.
Fancy dinner.
Ghad!
None of these ideas seemed to resonate with me.
Devon's birthday is rapidly approaching, and amidst all the excitement, I had the most foolish idea—to come up with something exceptionally special for this day dedicated to him.
Unfortunately, I must admit that I am utterly terrible at this sort of thing.
"Ghad damn it!" I exclaimed in frustration, slamming my head onto my desk.
At that moment, my secretary entered the room, her face displaying an expression of concern and frantic energy.
"Are you okay, miss?" she asked, her tone filled with worry.
I let out a long
