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CHAPTER 73
~Spring's POV~
Kaius and I descended the stairs together, arm in arm, and stepped into the transformed living room.
"It's beautiful."
"But not as you," Kaius complimented.
"You're getting cheesy now, Kaius," I teased.
The soft sound of jazz music floated down from the speakers in the corners of the living room, the elegant notes barely masking the murmur of voices and laughter echoing off the walls.
The space had been cleared out just enough to allow for dancing, mingling, and showing off—mostly showing off.
The scent of vanilla candles and champagne filled the air and if I tilted my head just right, I could still catch the faint trace of my mother's favorite perfume on the curtains.
Soft lights danced along the ceiling, the furniture pushed back to open the space into a party floor.
I could feel eyes on me.
Someone near us whispered, "Isn't it Rose's birthday?"
