81: Birthday Boy

Fenella’s POV

On November 10th, it was Laird's birthday. Of course, we celebrated it together. Laird had already reserved a table at a famous restaurant known for its intimate ambiance and live jazz music.

Laird said he would be arriving soon to pick me up, so I didn't want to keep him waiting too long. With my hair neatly tied up, wearing a black bolero jacket with floral patterns, a sleeveless knee-length black midi dress, and ankle-high boots of the same color, I stood frozen on the sidewalk in front of the apartment.

"OMG!"

My mouth dropped wide open, and I immediately covered it with both hands. I held my breath, eyes wide. A red hatchback car with a license plate I knew very well pulled up in front of me.

The car I knew so well and had desired since last month. Yes, the same red car that I drove crashed into the park's fence late at night. Laird stepped out of the car with a broad smile.

"OMG, Laird!" I held back a scream with a wide grin.

"Yup, I know," he said, nodding and app