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    Freya felt her heart bloom with gratitude. “Thank you, all of you.”


    “Mina,” Ethel said, producing a petite bouquet of daisies and offering it with both hands, her eyes filled with nothing but admiration. “This is for you. I’ll always love you.”


    Then, one by one, the rest handed Freya their own small daisy bouquets, even Melvin.


    Freya epted each with care, feeling all the weight she’d been carrying melt away.


    “These may not be the prettiest flowers, Freya,” Frederick said, beaming with both fondness and admiration, “but they say everything we feel. We’ll always love you.”


    Ethel’s grin deepened, her eyes curving like half-moons. “I’ll always love you, Mina!”


    Daisies—eternal love made tangible.


    Freya embraced them all. “Thank you.”


    “The surprises aren’t done yet,” Ethel said brightly, tugging Freya along. “We’ve got dinner set up over there. And I made the cutest cake just for you.”


    “Are you seriously calling that cute? Looks more like nightmare fuel to me.”


    “You want a smack or something?”


    “Freya, 100k at Ethel—I’m not even allowed to tell the truth anymore.”


    “Mina, Frederick’s being mean to me again!”


    Watching the two mischief-makers go at it, Freya reached out and affectionately tousled Ethel’s hair, a gentle smile curving on her lips. “She’s creation is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”


    “Did you catch that, you bumpkin?” Ethel and Frederick were always squabbling like that.


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    Frederick let out a loud snort in response.


    In the cheerfulmotion, the group made their way to the dinner venue.


    It was a charming outdoor setup, with avish dinner already arranged on the table. In the very center sat a cake.


    To be exact, it was a perfect miniature replica of Freya’s beloved stuffed pillow, Charlie.


    That night, Freya had a genuinely good time.


    After the meal, the group gathered and chatted around the table.


    Looking at the six familiar faces around her, Freya felt such an overwhelming sense of warmth that she blurted out, “Tell me your wishes—I’ll see what I can do.”


    “We wish for your happiness,” they all chimed in at once.


    Freya’s smile grew even brighter, her eyes glinting with delight. That evening, she smiled more than she had in an entire month.


    “I’m already happy,” Freya insisted, her voice light. “Now tell me your own wishes.”


    “I wish I could stay far away from anything that has to do withpany management,” Ethel said quickly.


    Freya looked at her fondly. “Granted.”


    Then n added, “I wish I wouldn’t have to deal with thepany after this year either.”


    Freya shot him down without hesitation. “Denied.”


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