Chapter 46 Who Gets The Spotlight?

• The elevator hummed as it climbed to the 88th floor. Celeste’s fingers were entwined with Logan’s, but her heartbeat betrayed the calm she tried to wear. “I don’t usually get nervous for my own birthday,” she said softly, glancing up at him.
• Logan gave her a crooked smile. “Then you clearly haven’t experienced a proper surprise yet,” he teased, his thumb brushing gently over her knuckles.
• The elevator doors slid open, and the group froze. Glittering confetti cascaded from above, landing softly on shoulders and hair, as a professional band erupted into a lively rendition of Happy Birthday. Celeste’s breath caught in her throat.