Ethan had promised me this night. He said it would be a joint celebration, for my birt

ce feared, the kind of people Ethan, with his old-money family, h

ped to a side wall. "Happy B-Day, Chloe!" it read in cheap, printed letters.

than, arm in arm with his intern, Madison. The announcer' s voice boomed,

banner. They saw the tribute to another woman on the night th

over, a glass of champagne in his

," he said. "B

the cupcake. "Madison arr

clumsy, adorkable girl, came up behind hi

this all overshadowed your day. Ethan is

ere not so

ed to sing "Happy Birthday." I closed my eyes, looked at th

ave anything to do

wandered back over with his powerful

m, loud enough for everyone to hear. He looked r

k. She' ll come

ago, I had accepted a promotion. I was now the Program

Lon

l smile this time. It was t