~CELINE~

I step back from the railing, my mind racing. Hunter planned my birthday celebration? The cold, distant man who barely acknowledges me at the mansion went to all this trouble?

I need to think. I slip back inside the cabin quietly, careful not to wake Caesar who's still sound asleep on the couch.

The soft glow from the fireplace casts dancing shadows across his peaceful face.

Moving to the kitchen, I busy myself cleaning up the remaining cake plates, trying to process what I just ...