He hated the man that drove him crazy and would stop at nothing to get him away from his sister. But yet, he found himself falling deeper under his spell, intoxicated by the forbidden affection he knew better than to covet. He had stolen the heart of the man his sister loved, and what was worse, he did not regret it
Rowan.
"No, I am not doing that." Alessander spat out flatly, his irritated gaze pointed at the birthday hat I had bought a while back from the convince store.
It was past six pm, and I insisted we buy a cake, considering I didn't have time to bake one. My mother had taught us how to bake a cake when she was still alive, and as tradition, my dad would bake us one every year, until he died.
Continuing the tradition, I baked a cake for Jasmine on her birthday, no matter the circumstance. But now, even my sister was no more…
"Oh come on, I want to take pictures." I insisted, holding up the cone shaped red and blue party hat.
He grimaced, "I'd look stupid in it."
"You'd look cute." I defended, while sticking the candles on the cake. I was stunned when Alessander told me he had never celebrated his birthday before, that he had never even blew out birthday candles.