Serena’s POV
I stood in the spotlight, surrounded by loved ones and elegant strangers, my heart thundering against my ribs as the music suddenly shifted. Ryan appeared, wheeling in an elaborate birthday cake, his eyes never leaving mine as if I were the only person in this crowded ballroom.
"Serena, time to make a wish," he said, voice impossibly tender.
I nodded, joining my hands and closing my eyes. When I squeezed my eyes shut, I thought about wishing for this newfound family connection to last forever, for my memories to continue returning, for...
Suddenly, the room plunged into darkness. When I opened my eyes, confused, a single spotlight illuminated Ryan and me, isolating us in a pool of light while the crowd faded into shadowy silhouettes.
"Maya?" I gasped, spotting
