Eventually, I had gotten used to sitting in the courtyard to wait for Hendrix at mealtimes. It was already fall in Jarold City, so the evening breeze was chilly.
Many of the plants and flowers in the courtyard began to turn yellow and fall to the ground. Some even looked a little withered.
Hendrix had said that once the initial hustling of setting up the new headquarters hushed down, he would arrange people to bed out new plants that were in season.
"Madam, you have a phone call," Heather came to me with my phone and said.
She pulled me back to my senses. I took the phone and saw that it was a call from Aaron.
"Arianna, happy birthday!" There was a faint hint of joyous in Aaron's voice.
After hearing what he said, I took a look at the screen and realized that it was my birthday.
Stunned, I said, "Thank you!" I didn't really remember my birthday since I married Hendrix. If it weren't for the occasional chances of seeing the date written on my driving license, I wouldn't know how old I
was.
"Do you have any plan for the evening?" he asked.
I looked up at the sunset as the night slowly came. "I'm staying at home," The expected delivery date was near, and I knew I should stay home as much as possible.
"Oh," he said, "Then why don't I go over and celebrate your birthday with you?"
I knew Aaron offered this out of good intention, but Hendrix never liked to see Aaron. So, I said, "No, thanks."
At this time, the doorbell rang. Thinking that it was Hendrix, I couldn't help frowning. His fingerprint was registered into the security system. He didn't need to ring the doorbell.
Aaron continued over the phone, "Open the door. I've prepared something for you!"
Confused, I got up and went to open the door.
Once the door was opened, I saw a large pink cake placed right at the front of the doorstep, surrounded by many pink heart- shaped balloons. In the balloons, there were fairy lights, making the balloons look especially at night.
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