Caesar's POV
The next morning, Darren nursed his hangover while sorting through his birthday gifts. I received his frantic call just before noon.
"I can't find Viya's gift," he groaned. "The blue velvet box—it had a custom fountain pen I've been trying to get for months. That woman always knows exactly what I want."
I could hear the rustle of wrapping paper as he continued searching. "She's always been so thoughtful. No wonder I always take her side in arguments."
I remained silent, knowing exactly where that blue box was.
In the background, I heard Darren questioning his housekeeper, who confirmed she hadn't seen any blue velvet box among the gifts.
"How is that possible?" Darren muttered.
A few minutes later, his driver apparently informed him of what had happened,
