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    Despite the bustling atmosphere of the restaurant, their dishes arrived with impressive speed, as though prepared just for them.


    Midway through their meal, a server entered, bringing an abundance of fresh flowers that adorned the entire room.


    The flowers were exceptionally fresh, their rich fragrance filling the air and mingling with the soft breeze.


    These weren’t just any flowers; they were rare and exquisite.


    Some of the flowers were unfamiliar to Rachel, but they were strikingly beautiful and unique.


    “Why are there so many flowers?” Rachel asked, assuming Lizzie had arranged them all.


    Lizzie exined, “I didn’t arrange these.”


    A server came over to exin, “Ms. Marsh, when Ms. Vance mentioned a friend’s birthday during the reservation, we decided to prepare flowers and a cake for you. As a gesture of apology, these flowers are a gift from us. Happy birthday! The cake we’ve prepared will be arriving shortly.”


    As he finished speaking, the door swung open.


    A tall, handsome man in a suit and white gloves entered, showing great respect.


    The cake was decorated exactly the way Rachel liked it.


    Even though she was no longer in her youth, the soft, enchanting colors still stirred something deep inside her, touching her heart and soothing even the most hidden parts of her soul.


    Lizzie carefully ced and lit the candles herself. “Rachel, make a wish!”


    Rachel folded her hands together and closed her eyes in sincere thought. The moment felt like a sacred ritual. But as she stood there with her eyes shut tight, she realized she didn’t have a wish in mind. Jeffrey was gone. An was gone. The people she had once held dear were no longer in her life.


    If there was anything left to wish for, it was her friends. She silently wished that Lizzie, Yvonne, and Natalia would stay healthy and happy.


    With that, she blew out the candles.


    As they were eating the cake, a loud bang echoed from outside the window. Lizzie jumped up excitedly and tugged Rachel toward the window. “Rachel, look! Fireworks!”


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    Rachel blinked in surprise. “A fireworks show?”


    “Yes! Maybe you didn’t know, but our city puts on a huge fireworks disy every year. And each year, it seems to get bigger and more beautiful. Now stop talking, and just watch!” Lizzie urged, a smile spreading across her face.


    With each explosion, a shower of fireworks soared into the sky, bursting into beautiful patterns.


    They were short-lived, but oh, they were beautiful beyond words. Rachel thought to herself that maybe fireworks were so beloved because theysted only for a brief moment. People tried to hold onto those fleeting moments of beauty.


    “It’s so beautiful!” Rachel eximed, her voice filled with awe.


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