Hera had seen fireworks before, but never at such a grand scale. It felt as if the entire night sky was on the verge of exploding, with the show continuing uninterrupted for a full ten minutes.
"Happy birthday, Hera..." Bernard said on the other end of the line.
The fireworks were so loud that Hera couldn't hear him clearly.
"What did you say? I couldn't hear you."
As the fireworks gradually quieted, the sky, once filled with vibrant colors, darkened again, and everything fell silent.
"Open the door."
A deep, magnetic voice came through the phone.
Hera blinked. She wondered if Bernard could really be there.
She quickly turned around to open the door, but no one was there.
Her emotions, which had soared like a roller coaster, plummeted instantly. After all, it was New Year's Eve. She didn't think the Killians would possibly let him leave.
"You tricked me..."
Hera trailed off. She looked down in disappointment, only to notice two rows of red rose petals on the carpet that hadn't been there before.
The petals led from her door down the hallway to the stairs. Following the trail, she went to the living room, where at the end of the petals was a pair of white leather shoes.
Hera lifted her gaze to see Bernard standing there with a large bouquet of red roses. His handsome face was soft, and he wore a gentle smile.
"Happy birthday," Bernard said, handing her the flowers.
"Did you think that I forgot your birthday?"
"You did it on purpose!"
Hera's heart swelled with emotion as she rushed forward and hugged him tightly.
Bernard held her with one arm and buried his head in her hair, breathing in its light fragrance to fill the void of his days away from her.
"The New Year's feast was filling enough. Can you two stop being so lovey-dovey?" Gino interrupted them.
Hera snapped back to reality and released Bernard, only then noticing that the Everetts surrounded her.
Unbeknownst to Hera, the living room had been transformed into a birthday party.
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