Grandma Martha’s birthday loomed a date that Carter dreaded more than anyone else. “She hates being celebrated, Iris,” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed. His lips quirked in a mixture of amusement and resignation.Iris tilted her head, giving him an incredulous look. “Everyone likes their birthday celebrated, Carter. Even if they say they don’t.”He chuckled softly. “Not Grandma. She pretends she hates it, complains for weeks, and then ends up loving it once the day comes. It’s this…strange ritual.”“Well,” Iris said, standing a little straighter, “if she’s going to get a party, let’s make sure it’s one to remember.”From the moment the decision was made, Iris threw herself into the preparations. She wasn’t just overseeing things—she was involved in every detail. She picked out flowers from the market, tasted every dish on the menu, and even fixed the seating arrangements after Carter got them wrong.“Iris, this is too much. You don’t have to do all this,”
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