"Make a wish and blow out the candles."
Isla Prescott, keeping an eye on the clock, hurried him along. Shane Sterling was cooperative, closing his eyes to make a wish and blowing out the candles in one smooth motion.
When the lights came back on, Isla Prescott realized Shane Sterling had been looking at her the whole time.
"What are you looking at me for?"
Shane Sterling shook his head.
"Let's cut the cake," Isla Prescott said. "Once we've had some, the day will be perfect."
"Today is already perfect."
'The moment she rushed here from Nordenburg and appeared before me, today was already perfect.'
Even so, Shane Sterling still ate a piece of cake with her before midnight.
Isla Prescott watched as the man, who normally didn't care for sweets, polished off a large slice of cake. She smiled and asked, "Is the cake good?"
"Delicious." He was generous with his praise. "This is the best cake I've ever had."
