"That was really fun!" Amelia grins up at me as we make our way back to the car later in the afternoon. It's fair to say that I won, by quite a lot at that. Amelia is a hopeless golfer; she barely ever hits the ball and when she does it doesn't get very far. But through it all, she laughed and cheer
"Happy birthday!" Bianca yells excitedly through the screen as she walks through what I'm thinking is her kitchen. Before long she's sat down beside Briella at the kitchen table, angling the camera so that we can see her. Briella sits with a crayon clutched in her grasp, focusing on the page in fron
I climb out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist before picking up my phone after it starts to ring."Hello?" I answer, not checking the Caller ID"Happy Birthday Sweetheart!" Claudias jubilant voice sounds through the phone. I hold the phone away from my ear as Amelia looks at me quizzica
"When I set up her phone she made me input everyone's birthdays, she's even got Peter and Michael in there so she knows when to start knitting their gifts" Amelia replies with a wide grin. It's very evident where Amelia gets the majority of her personality from, thank god it's not from her narcissis
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I take it out to check it.Poppy 'Happy birthday Mr Billionaire. Look after my best friend and have a great day, see you in a few weeks. Love Poppy and Benji'I tilt the phone to show Amelia, who grins widely and puts a hand on her heart."I love that she says fr
"Shall I get you guys started on some drinks?" A very young and eager looking waitress appears by our table only moments after we sat down. I pick up the menu and have a quick read through before selecting one I like and handing the menu to Amelia."Let's make it a bottle, my fiancé has incredible t
I suck in a deep breath and shake my head, the sweet sentiment behind her words threatening to bring tears to my eyes. I've never kept birthday cards, but I will keep this one forever."That's beautiful bub, thank you" I say as a warmth spreads through my chest. Amelia smiles as a sense of relief wa
My apartment felt like a prop home, like a shell that someone just threw furniture at and decided to call it 'home'. There was no real trace of my own existence anywhere, the space could have belonged to anyone and that's how I liked it. Impersonal, cold and empty, that was my comfort zone. But that