81Kaleb's pov
I rush down the stairs, taking three at a time as I hurriedly make my way to the front door. With my
hands clutching the handle, I swing it open and freeze when mom's voice catches my attention.
" Have you forgotten the cake?"
I twist around, a cringe on my face as I stared at her sheepishly. She shakes her head and walks
over with the cake in her hand. She passes it over. " I made sure to wrap it good so the icing won't
mess up your seats."
I sent her a grateful smile. " Think she'll like it?"
Mom grinned, patting my head lovingly. " I think she will love it." she then nudged me lightly. " Now
off you go, you have to set up remember?"
I nodded quickly, about to thank her again when rapid footsteps rush down the stairs. I looked up,
surprised to see that it was Mira. Our eyes meet and she looks down in embarrassment, her
footfalls slowing.
" I'll catch a ride with you today."
Her soft voice was barely audible but somehow I managed to pick up her words. My lips part as I
looked at her in surprise. The last thing I expected from Mira was her being in the same car as me.
Especially with the way things were between us.
She stopped before me, eyed the cake and looked up. " Well aren't we going to set up?"
I staggered a bit, not expecting her to say those words at all. One of her brows raised and she tilts
her head. Mom looked between us, a soft smile on her face.She nudged us both. " You two better hurry if you want to get there on time."
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I skidded to a stop, the tires screeching. " Christ!" Mira yelled, slamming her hand on the dashboard
before she could face plant. She turn to send me a very seething glare.
I winced and looked at her. " Sorry. I just need to buy her, her favorite flowers. Give me a second." I
apologized as I unbuckled myself and stepped out of the car. I hurried over to the flower shop.
There were so many options but I had my eyes set on what I was really looking for.
There it was. The fresh bloom of roses and daisies with a bit of lavender poking out. I grinned, my
shoulders slacking with relief now that I found her favorite flowers. I pointed at the bouquet to the
florist. " One of those please."
The girl behind the counter smiled and turned to grasp the bouquet. She named the price and I paid
for it. " We have a special name for this bouquet." She smiled while taking the money. " The first