Tristan Ashcroft's gaze lingered on Jenna Roland, a gentle smile curving his lips.

"You've made me a fortune these past years at the club." He swirled his wineglass. "It's your birthday today, and Ethan just landed us a major project. Tonight's drinks are on me."

Jenna bit her lower lip, fingers absently tracing the rim of her glass.

"These are too expensive."

Tristan laughed heartily, crow's feet crinkling at his temples.

"Birthdays are for celebrating. Don't overthink it."

Jenna lifted her juice glass, raising it solemnly toward Tristan.

"Thank you, boss."

"No need for formalities." He clinked glasses with her and downed his drink in one go.

The private room buzzed with energy. Stella Laurent and another colleague pulled Jenna into animated conversation while others sang or played drinking games, the atmosphere electric.

When the clock struck nine, Tristan checked his wristwatch. After exchanging a nod with Ethan Roscente, he slipped out unnoticed.

Moments later, the door reopened.

Lights flicked off abruptly, plunging Jenna into darkness.

Ethan's warm palm covered her eyes, his breath tickling her ear.

"Don't be scared. It's a surprise."

Jenna obediently closed her eyes, lashes fluttering against his skin.

The door creaked as a server wheeled in a towering pink cake. The Black Swan logo shimmered in candlelight, the air thickening with rose fragrance.

"Happy birthday to you—"

As the singing began, Ethan withdrew his hand.

Jenna blinked open tear-brightened eyes. She pressed a hand to her mouth, overwhelmed by the fairytale scene.

"Ethan..."

She turned and buried her face in his chest, voice trembling.

"No thanks needed between us." He stroked her back. "Make a wish."

Jenna clasped her hands, candlelight gilding her devout profile.

The flames vanished with her exhale. Ethan captured her hand.

"Let's cut it together."

The cake knife descended, releasing waves of sugary sweetness. Each guest received a meticulously plated slice.

"Enjoy yourselves tonight—drinks and desserts are my treat." Jenna raised her glass in salute.

Stella winked mischievously. "May our birthday girl stay forever this gorgeous!"

"Forever eighteen!" her friend chimed in.

Jenna laughed, settling back on the sofa. She scooped up cake and offered it to Ethan.

"Try some?"

He shook his head, swiping frosting onto her nose instead.

"Happy birthday, darling."

Jenna curled against her husband's shoulder like a contented cat. The cake's sweetness melted on her tongue, the happiness so intense it verged on dizzying.