“Happy birthday Hayley!”

I froze in my steps, their words ran in my head over and over again.

It was my birthday.

And they were celebrating it.

“What?!” I breathed out.

“Wait, it’s your birthday right. Yesterday your mother said it was but we could not tell whether or not it was true. It’s your birthday,” Lance asked, his shoulder tensing up as he did.

“Um…yes, it is,” I replied, still stunned by the surprise.

“Good,” he said, wearing a birthday cap on my head and his.

My workshop was decorated, I wanted to complain about why they moved my hard earned work but what they replaced it with was...