Clara’s POV

Aaron kept rejecting my calls. What was he doing?

He knew today was my birthday, and he promised to come spend it with me. But now, why was it turning out like this?

I glanced at the clock—it was already midnight. It looked like he wasn’t coming. In a rage, I swept the cake off the table onto the floor, along with all the food I’d painstakingly prepared. To hell with it all.

Did he know how long I’d spent preparing for this birthday? The fruit, the drinks, every ...