the soft pastel lights still glowed faintly around the house.
And honestly?T
As I looked around one last time before sleep fully claimed me
At the remaining decorations.
At the sleepy children.
At the complete beautiful chaos
I realized something quietly.
The birthday I had feared so much had gone right after all.
Not perfectly.
But beautifully.
And somehow?
That mattered more.
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After the partyyy!
Lydia’s POV
The morning after the birthday party, I woke up expecting destruction.
A headache.
Body pain.
Emotional exhaustion.
At least some form of suffering after hosting what essentially became a miniature festival disguised as a children’s birthday party.
Instead?

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