My birthday. It was my birthday and I’d forgotten about it. But not him. Mack remembered and that’s why he brought me here. He took me out of the mansion so Vivette would’t ruin our celebration and that’s why he was showering me with gifts. I couldn’t believe I didn’t remember my own birthday. What kind of an i***t didn’t remember her birthday? That’s right, it was me. Perhaps Mack and Vivette had kept me busy and I forgot that my birthday was coming up.
“Yo—you remembered my birthday,” I said in disbelief, though I knew Mack wasn’t the forgetting type.
“Of course. I remember everything about you, Nia, and I always will. What makes you think I won’t?” He asked as if the thought was as absurd as aliens sprouting from underneath us.
“No, it’s just… I didn’t expect you to do anything…”
