Chapter 39

Sarah

The candles flicker wildly as I blow them out, the room erupting in cheers and applause. I can feel the electric energy pulsating through the crowded room. This party's in full swing, and there's no stopping it now.

"Alright, Vincent," Sophia says playfully, nudging his shoulder. "Go ahead and feed Sarah a piece of cake. Don't be shy!"

I roll my eyes at her antics but can't help the smirk that creeps onto my face. She's so full of mischief, and this is just another one of her attempts to push Vincent and me together.

"Really, Sophia? You want me to feed her cake now?" Vincent's voice drips with sarcasm, his annoyance evident in every syllable. His arms cross over his broad chest, and I can see the tension coiling through his muscular frame.

"Come on, Vincent," Sophia teases, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You are her husband, so you should be feeding her the first piece."

He hesitates for a moment, clearly weighing his options. But eventually, he gives in to Sophia's relent