My heart ached looking at the pink balloons, the unicorn plates, and the half-empty cups. We had all the party preparations without a proper birthday cake to celebrate with.
But then our front door opened again, and James walked back in with his arms full. In one hand, he carried a large white bakery box tied with a bright ribbon. In his other arm, he held a fresh bouquet of pink balloons.
Sophie’s eyes widened with wonder. He set the box carefully on our dining table, grinning despite everything we’d been through.
“Happy birthday, Princess,” he said softly. “No one, and I mean absolutely no one, ruins your special day.”
When we lifted the lid together, Sophie gasped with pure delight. Inside was the most beautiful cake I’d ever seen. It had three perfect tiers covered in pastel frosting, sprinkled with edible glitter, and topped with an adorable unicorn figurine that seemed to sparkle under our lights.
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