Epilogue

I probably hadn't been to a party in ages; at least not since that Halloween party last year and here I was today, dressed up in a rose-gold sleeveless sequin dress that had a long slit starting from mid-thigh until my ankles. I had a lovely pair of glitter heels to go with it and my hair was just done in simple beach curls. If I should admit, I looked downright fucking hot, excuse me for my crude language.

It was my birthday today; I'd just turned twenty-six and Ken was acting as if he had forgotten all about it. He'd called me from work and when I thought he was going to wish me, he'd said he was calling to ask if I was making his favorite dinner tonight. I'd hung up on him mid-sentence.

Had he forgotten about all the three-story cakes I baked for him? Had he forgotten how far I always went to call up his friends and set up his birthday party? How about the special edition volumes of the stupid comic books I gifted him all the time? And when it came down to wishing h