Robin POV

The living room looked like a glitter bomb, and a stuffed animal factory had a lovechild. Heart-shaped balloons floated near the ceiling, pink streamers hung crooked across the windows, and the table was buried under piles of tiny party hats, themed cupcakes, and favors I hadn’t even finished assembling.

I stood in the middle of it all, holding a sparkly "One-derland Valentine" banner with shaky hands, feeling one glitter sneeze away from snapping.

Everything was a fucking disaster. It was the best way I could describe it.

What was going to happen? Would I be taken over by all this… 1st day party shit?

“Robin,” Micah said from...