When the time came, what wouldn’t she have at her fingertips?
Anytime Mr. Christensen was mentioned, a faint blush would dance across Darleen’s cheeks.
She had the fortune of catching a distant glimpse of Mr. Christensen at a cocktail party once.
It was a fleeting marvel.
Right then, Darleen had secretly decided that this was the man she would marry.
After all, Mr. Christensen was a man of high standing and influence. Marrying him meant that she would rule over Capital City.
"Okay, Mom, I get it," Darleen nodded, "Don't worry, I'll be good from now on."
Edna nodded, satisfied, a sharp glint in her eyes, "That's my girl."
In a bedroom of the Yeager family, Anthea sat in front of her computer, her fingers tapping away rapidly on the keyboard, the screen casting a warm glow on her face.
As it was getting late, Anthea shut down her computer and headed to the living room, ready to make her way to the diner to help out.
The living room was dark and the lights were off.
Anthea pressed the wall switch.
But, the light didn't come on.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. A power outage?
Just then, there was a rustling noise at the door.
A burglar? Anthea clenched her fists, ready to defend herself.
"Happy Birthday to you, Ann..."
Out of the darkness, Carole and Nanson appeared, holding a birthday cake aglow with candles, slowly walking towards her.
The warm yellow light softly illuminated their faces.
At that moment, Anthea was slightly stunned.
In her past life, she was an orphan who didn't even know her birthday, let alone have anyone celebrate it for her.
This was the first time someone had prepared a birthday cake for her and had sung her a birthday song.
It felt weird, almost like having a lump stuck in her throat.
"Here's to our Ann, Happy Birthday! May you always be happy and forever young!"
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