A small explosion startled me out of my skin—but instead of danger, a burst of confetti showered over me, accompanied by a thousand rose petals.

“Happy Anniversary!” they all shouted, blowing party horns in unison.

“W-what on earth is going on?” I whispered, raising my eyebrows the moment I spotted Bianca and Harry among them.

Raymond, Dad, and Rafayel’s father exchanged gleeful looks and then turned towards the wide-open door. Slowly but surely, Rafayel stepped into the room, carrying a bouquet of red roses adorned with gold accents and sprigs of baby’s breath.

My jaw dropped. His only visible injury was a small cut on his forehead—as if he hadn’t...