#Chapter 180: A Birthday to Remember

When Timothy and I returned to the party, Aria greeted us with a smile as bright as the candles she was about to light. "The girls are ready to cut the cake!" she announced, her excitement more pronounced now that she was comfortable. Timothy looked at me and whispered, "I think I'd better head out,” then made his way over to Duke. The dog looked burnt out, like the girls did a number on him. Timothy grabbed his leash and practically had to coax him to move from his place of comfort. Timothy then walked over to Olive and knelt down to her level, wishing her a heartfelt, "Happy birthday, sweetheart," before embracing her tightly. “Goodnight!” Olive told him. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.” “I’ll keep an eye out for ‘em.” As he pulled away from the hug, I noticed his gaze linger on me. It was an intense, lingering look, filled with a depth of emotion that I couldn't quite place. My heart raced as our eyes locked for a moment, and then he turned and headed for the door. “Night, Aria. N