Camila hadn't eaten anything all evening, so she served herself a small bowl of spaghetti.
She took a bite and slightly furrowed her brow—the spaghetti was overcooked. Connor must have been really hungry to find it delicious.
Connor quickly finished his bowl of spaghetti, looking utterly content.
Camila glanced at the clock and noted it was ten minutes to midnight, just ten minutes left until Connor's birthday was over.
"Sir, just a moment," Camila said as she stood up swiftly, grabbing a cake from the fridge and lighting a candle on it.
She brought over the cake, softly humming, "Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to you..."
Connor looked up, surprised at first, then his lips curled into a soft, tender smile as he gazed unwaveringly at Camila.
"Make a wish," Camila sang, adding the line quickly before placing the cake in front of him.
With a nod, Connor closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and made a devout wish. After making his wish, he gently blew out the candle.
"Wow!" Camila cheered. "Happy Birthday!"
"Thank you," Connor said, his smile widening, touched by her gesture.
"I know you don't eat cake, but it's all about the gesture," Camila said as she handed him a cake knife.
Connor nodded, cutting a large slice of the cake. "Here you go," he said softly.
"Thank you!" Camila took it eagerly and sat down. She had been craving it for a while.
She took a bite, her eyes lit up immediately, and she exclaimed, "Oh my, I am a genius. This is so delicious."
Connor looked at the cake and chuckled, "This cake looks a bit rough around the edges. Is it really that good?"
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