The only near-miss was on Wednesday night during a business dinner. As she was leaving, she spotted a familiar silhouette that looked exactly like Carson, walking alongside a stunningly dressed girl.
She tactfully kept her distance, opting not to say hello and ruin his fun.
*
Saturday arrived quickly.
Carson had been out late at a networking event the night before and ended up crashing at a hotel. He woke up at nine, hastily changed, and headed back.
Thanks to terrible weekend traffic, even taking a detour cost him over an hour.
He finally arrived at his mother's house just before noon.
Walking through the door with a fresh bouquet of flowers, he found his mother sitting in the living room, graciously accepting birthday wishes over the phone.
Miranda Foster preferred a quiet life. She never threw lavish birthday parties. To her, a simple bowl of vegetarian noodles was a complete celebration.
Years ago, she used to cook for both of them, but lately, Carson had taken over the tradition of hand-making the noodles for her.
Catching her eye, Carson silently mouthed 'Happy Birthday' to her while she was still on the line. He set the flowers down beside her and rolled up his sleeves as he headed toward the kitchen.
It suddenly hit him that Marina hadn't shown up yet. He arched an eyebrow—had she forgotten their deal?
Just as he reached for his phone to send a reminder text, he caught a glimpse of a busy silhouette in the kitchen.
The girl was wearing an apron, meticulously working on a cake.
Carson watched her for a few seconds before stepping into the room.
"When did you get here?" Carson asked.
Marina spun around. She wore absolutely no makeup, yet her striking features—her perfectly arched brows, bright eyes, and naturally flush lips—were undeniable. She had frosting smeared on her hands and a tiny dab of it right on the tip of her nose, giving her normally elegant face an adorable, goofy charm.
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