Chapter 148: Try Me
The Cross mansion was alive with electric energy from the break of dawn. The entire household—from the eldest to the youngest—had woken up earlier than usual.
Each person swept up in the whirlwind of preparations for Dylan’s party. Even the kids, usually sleepy in the morning, were wide-eyed and brimming with excitement, buzzing through the halls like tiny firecrackers.
The party was set for the perfect hour—late afternoon—just as the golden sun would begin its descent, casting a warm, cinematic glow over the open-air venue. The garden would transform into a lively wonderland, the soft breeze carrying the sound of laughter and music.
Determined to make the event spectacular, the children eagerly took on their own little missions—stuffing loot bags with goodies, arranging colorful chairs, and helping decorate the grand stage with streamers, balloons, and twinkling lights.
Meanwhile, Greg had a few surprises up his sleeve. He had hired a famous magician, a master of illusions, to captivate the little ones with jaw-dropping tricks and spellbinding acts, ensuring they were entertained while the adults indulged in drinks, laughter, and lively conversation.
The air was thick with anticipation. Every moment brought them closer to what promised to be a party no one would forget. And if Greg had anything to do with it—there would definitely be more surprises in store.
Cammy dove into the kitchen, eager to contribute to the preparations in a way that felt personal—baking. It was something she had always done for Dylan, ever since his kindergarten days, and today was no different.
With flour-dusted hands and a determined gleam in her eyes, she worked her magic, creating an elegant, eight-inch round cake to crown the cupcake stand.
She arranged a mountain of cupcakes, each one a tiny masterpiece, ready to be devoured by eager little hands, placing them around the 3-tiers cupcake stand. The kitchen smelled like vanilla, buttercream, and pure happiness.
Once satisfied with her work, she set off to find Greg—who, unsurprisingly, was holed up in his home office, working, even on a Sunday. Or that’s what she thought.
Armed with a freshly baked cupcake in one hand and a piping bag in the other, Cammy marched straight into his study without knocking. The moment their eyes met, a jolt of surprise passed between them.