A little later, the staff brought out my birthday cake. I was admiring it when Jenna suddenly cleared her throat beside me.

I slowly turned to look at her.

“No.”

She grinned. “Elena, it’s your birthday! We have to sing!”

“Caleb has already done that,” I said, giving him a mock stink eye. “In public, might I add.”

Jenna waved a hand at me. “That was earlier. This is different!”

“How is it different?”

“Because we’re all here!” She clapped her hands, ...