All Chapters of Her Unexpected Love Story : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Emma’s POV“Happy birthday, my sweet girl,” my mum said to me over the phone. “Happy birthday, Emma bear,” my dad chirped up from beside her. “My little girl is twenty-five. Wow. You’ve grown up so fast, my love. Happy birthday. I wish you all the best in life,” he said with a huge grin on his face. Greece is about ten hours in time difference ahead of California, so my parents monitored the time and FaceTimed me once it clocked midnight over here in Mykonos. “Right? My baby girl is all grown up,” my mum said with teary eyes. “I remember when you used to run around in your diapers, avoiding wearing clothes, and now look at you. You’re done with your masters, gotten a great job, and made a good living for yourself. I’m super proud of you, sweetheart. Now and always”. “Thanks, mum,” I said, sniffling. “Thanks, dad. I love you guys”.“We love you too,” they said at the same time. “So what’s the plan for the day” my dad asked. “Anything exciting?”“Honestly, I have no idea. Sammy’s h

Emma’s POV“Spa date!” Sammy shrieked in a sing-song as she came up to meet me where I was sitting in the hotel lobby. “Hi, girly”. “Hey,” I laughed while looking at her weirdly. “How’s it that you’re way more excited about this birthday than I am. I mean with the way you’ve been so jolly all morning, one would actually think today’s your birthday and not mine”. “First of all, I’d like to think that as your best friend in the whole world, today is actually both our birthdays. Aside from that, you’re the one who’s choosing to act all grumpy because Liam hasn’t wished you a happy birthday yet, so that’s really on you,” she said. “You really didn’t have to bring up his name, you know. Like was that even necessary?” I asked her, rolling my eyes. “Besides, I actually don’t care that he hasn’t spoken to me yet. It’s his business, not mine,” I grumbled, folding my arms across my chest. “Mhm right. So if I told you I knew why he hasn't left his room all morning you wouldn’t want to know?”

Emma’s POV“I’m really glad you’re here, Tony. Thanks for coming,” I smiled as I looked at him. “Thanks again for the gift”. “You’re welcome,” he smiled back. Tony got me a light brown Birkin bag. A freaking Birkin! What I really wanted to know was how he was able to get by a Birkin so quickly, but who am I to question a gift?“So what’s your plan for the year?” Tony asked. “What do you mean?” I asked him with furrowed brows. “Like in this year of you being twenty-five, what do you want to do or achieve? What do you want to do that you haven’t done up until now?” he asked, clarifying his question. Hm. That’s a good question. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. It’s just, that question is something my mum has made a habit of asking my siblings and me whenever we celebrate a birthday. She asks what we hope to achieve in the new year of our lives and tries to see if there’s anything she or my dad or both of them can do to help make it happen. It’s somethin

Emma’s POVThe comment Tony made about Liam while on our way back to the hotel made me feel quite awkward, so I didn’t have much to say to him again. When we got to my hotel, Tony apologized again for the comment he made, then kissed me goodnight and left. As I walked into the lobby, one of the staff at the front desk called my attention to collect my gift that Tony’s driver had helped drop off for me after we had been dropped off at the bar. I thanked the staff and took the gift bag from him, then went up to my room. To get to my room, I have to pass by Liam’s room, and the things Tony said about Liam got me clouding my mind with thoughts of him again. To be fair, I kind of had every right to think about him at that moment because the day was almost over, and he still hadn’t wished me a happy birthday or given me a gift. Nothing. As I walked toward my room, I found myself standing in front of Liam’s door. I looked down at my phone and saw that the time was 11:23 p.m., meaning that

Liam’s POV“What?” I asked her, shocked. She stood up from the bed and wanted to walk toward the door when I jumped up and grabbed her hand. There was no way I was going to allow our talk tonight to end like this. She looked down at her arm that was in mine and looked up at me three consecutive times before finally saying something. “I want to assume the fact that you grabbing my arm was in fact a dream and not reality,” she said in a scarily calm tone. “Sorry,” I quickly let go of her arm. “I didn’t mean to grab you like that. I just didn’t want you to end the conversation by kicking me out of your room like you always do”. “Excuse me?” she asked in a high-pitched voice. “That’s not how I meant it to come out. But if we’re being honest with ourselves, every time I say something you don’t like during a conversation, you usually put an end to the discussion by either storming out of the room or kicking me out of the room and I didn’t want that to happen right now. I want to talk