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I woke up to an empty bed, the sheets still warm where Blessing had been. My eyes slowly adjusted to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, and as I stretched, I noticed a small note folded neatly on the pillow beside me. I recognized the handwriting instantly—Blessing's.
'Meet me by the back,' it read, with a little smiley face drawn underneath. I couldn't help but shake my head. He was up to something.
I walked over to the bathroom, splashing water on my face and brushing my teeth quickly. A glance in the mirror reminded me of where I was—my birthday, in Turks, with Blessing. Life was good.
I threw on my gray, long slip Skims dress. Sliding into a pair of sandals, I made my way through the villa, wondering what Blessing had planned for me today.
The closer I got to the back deck, the more I could smell something—something delicious. I stepped outside, at the sight. There, on the deck, was a beautifully laid-out breakfast. The table was set for two, with fresh fruit, pastries, and two mimosas. But Blessing? Nowhere to be seen.
