Ophelia
"Birthday?" I almost yelled with surprise.
"Yes, birthday," Ash told me.
"Allora perché quell'idiota se ne va domani?!" I exclaimed in frustration.
"Uh...Ophelia, English please," Ash reminded me.
"Sorry. This man makes me lose my mind. Why is that idiot leaving tomorrow, then? He should stay back and celebrate with us," I told him.
"I think he doesn't remember it," he said, making me roll my eyes.
"Seriously? Who forgets their birthday?" I said flatly.
"Ethan Welsh does, apparently," he said with disappointment.
"We need to stop him. We need to do something, Ash," I told him.
I would love to celebrate his birthday. It might be the only birthday I celebrate with him.
Before this thought could make me sad, Ash said, "Not us, Ophelia. Only you. I am not available tomorrow. I just called you cause I thought you should know. If you want to celebrate it, you can do it."
I frowned, "What are you doing that is so important that you can't celebrate your best friends birthday?"
"I am... doing something important," he said, and I knew he was hiding something. But, I didn't wanna pester.
"Okay. Can you help me, though?" I asked.
"Sure. What's in your mind?" he asked.
"Well, firstly, we need to figure out a way to stop him from flying tomorrow," I told him and started thinking.
"Hmmm....can we ask Claire, his secretary, to add something to his schedule?" he said.
"No, let's not involve her at all. That woman will probably blabber everything to him the next minute," I said, rolling my eyes.
"I am sure she won't if we tell her," Ash said.
"She will. She has got the hots for Ethan, and I am sure she will do everything to be in his good books. Stupid blondy," I told him.
"Ophelia..." Ash trailed off.
"What?" I asked with confusion.
"Nothing," he said, and I could hear amusement in his voice.
I rolled my eyes, shaking it off.
"What can we do then?" I said, trying to think.
"Ah! Let's tell him that the weather is not good for flying," Ash told me.
"Yes, and he will definitely not recheck with the airport, will he?" I rolled my eyes.
"Right," Ash huffed.
After discussing a serious of all sorts of non-practical ideas for the next thirty minutes, I was finally out of ideas.
"I am giving up, Ash. I can't think of anything else. Let's just tell him in the morning that he is not flying on his birthday," I told him, giving up.
"What? What am I hearing? Ophelia is giving up. The great matchmaker is out of ideas? Damn, I am disappointed. I thought you were born to make people happen to be in the right place at the right time," Ash told me, and I narrowed my eyes.
"Don't hurt my ego," I told him, glaring at the wall.
He laughed, and I groaned, "Matchmaking is easier than this."
"Come on, think of something quickly. I need to sleep," he said.
"I don't know. Maybe we can tell Henry-"
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