Miranda took both boxes and opened them. A look of sheer shock crossed her face before she pulled the contents out to show them.
Two identical bracelets.
Marina was stunned. This was way too much of a coincidence!
Carson didn't miss a beat. "Marina bought a matching pair. One for the left wrist, one for the right. We just wanted to present them to you separately."
Miranda happily played along, smiling warmly at Marina. "They are gorgeous. Thank you."
Marina let out a slightly awkward laugh. "I'm just glad you like them."
Miranda handed the bracelets to her personal maid, Claire. "Please place these on my vanity."
"Right away, ma'am," Claire replied respectfully, taking the jewelry.
Miranda turned her attention to the centerpiece. "What a breathtaking cake!"
The cake was entirely frosted in a creamy ivory white, with a delicate border of edible pearls. A single, immaculate white sugar rose sat perfectly in the center. It was clean, minimalist, and exuded a sense of pure elegance.
It was the perfect match for Miranda's aesthetic.
Carson let out a soft laugh. "It looks so good, it's almost a shame to slice into it."
Marina shot him an amused look. She firmly planted the chocolate plaque he had written on into the frosting and lit the candles. "Make a wish, Miranda!"
Miranda pressed her palms together, her expression deeply sincere. "I wish that Marina will be here to celebrate my birthday with me every single year."
Marina froze, completely caught off guard.
Carson laughed out loud. "Mom, if you say it out loud, it doesn't come true!"
Miranda blinked, then quickly squeezed her eyes shut. "Then I'll just have to make a new one!"
Marina didn't have time to overthink the wish. She was too busy laughing at Miranda's unexpected, adorable reaction.
Suddenly, Claire approached the table, speaking softly to Miranda. "Ma'am, Mr. Foster has sent a team to deliver your birthday presents."
Marina turned toward the entryway. Over a dozen people filed into the room, moving in perfect unison. Each person carried an intricately carved mahogany chest. The man leading them appeared to be a senior butler—around fifty, impeccably dressed in a crisp white shirt and black bowtie. He gave a deep, formal bow. "Mrs. Foster, the boss wishes you a very happy birthday."
At his signal, the staff simultaneously opened all the mahogany chests. In an instant, the contents seemed to catch and amplify the midday sun, filling the room with blinding, dazzling light.
Marina sharply inhaled. Every single chest contained a different, jaw-dropping treasure. There were complete sets of flawless emerald jewelry, a diamond tiara that looked like it belonged in a royal auction, priceless antique jades... and a breathtaking, translucent white jade Buddha statue.
Every single item was worth millions of dollars.
The butler had each of the ten staff members step forward individually to present their chest to Miranda. "All of the jewelry has been custom-altered to your exact measurements, ma'am. You may wear them immediately."
Marina glanced closer and realized that the inside of the diamond tiara was even engraved with a personalized birthday message for Miranda.
She was utterly astounded.

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