Imogene Scott

Damien walks toward me, the crowd parting as he moves. When he reaches me, there’s something in his eyes that’s different—something softer.

"Happy birthday, Imogene," he says quietly. "This... all of this, it’s for you."

My mouth goes dry. "You did all this?" I manage to whisper, barely able to form the words.

He nods, his eyes never leaving mine. "I wanted to show you how much you’ve meant to me. How much you’ve always meant to me, even when I didn’t know how to show it."

My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest. I look around again, my mind struggling to keep...