Sebastian chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Don't be so modest, Evelyn. Your cake is amazing—it could easily compete with any professional bakery."

As the candle flames danced, Alexander closed his eyes and made a silent wish.

With a gentle nudge, Evelyn followed suit.

The moment they blew out the candles, the lights in Serenity Oaks blazed back to life, filling the room with a brilliant glow.

Laughter echoed as they shared the cake, the simple celebration brimming with genuine warmth and happiness.

As evening fell, Eleanor Jenkins, citing her age, said her goodbyes and left early.

The party was winding down, and the group was about to go their separate ways when Sebastian, energized by the night, made a suggestion.

"It's still early. How about we hit a bar for a bit more fun?"

Alexander immediately refused. "No, that's not a good idea. Evelyn doesn't drink."

Sebastian, however, was not one to give up easily. "Who says you need to drink to have fun? Bars offer more than just alcohol."

He turned to Evelyn, his voice encouraging. "I bet you haven't been to many bars. They're exciting, full of energy! Don't worry, it's my place, perfectly safe, and we're all with you."

Evelyn's hesitation vanished, replaced by a playful smile as she looked at Alexander. "I want to go, Alexander."

Alexander let out a deep sigh, his head dipping slightly in resignation. "Fine. If you're set on it, then we'll go," he conceded, his tone reluctant.

Witnessing Alexander's sudden change of heart, Sebastian and Benjamin exchanged knowing glances, their eyebrows raised in silent commentary.

One moment he was firmly against it, and the next, a simple request from Evelyn made him fold.

His reversal wasn't just quick; it was absolute.

Soon, they arrived at Sebastian's popular bar, his own establishment.

Eager to make the night memorable, Sebastian had secured the most luxurious private room available, complete with plush seating and mood lighting.

As everyone settled into the opulent space, Sebastian produced a deck of cards, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"Let's make things interesting. Everyone draws a card. The person with the lowest card faces a round of Truth or Dare," he declared, shuffling the deck with practiced flair.

Somehow, luck was not on Evelyn's side, and she ended up drawing the lowest card.

Trying to keep things light, Alexander opted for a gentle question. "What did you have for dinner tonight?"

Sebastian scoffed, his face twisting into a mock expression of exasperation. "Alexander, do you even know how this game works?"

Clearly, he had been hoping for a question with more spice.

Evelyn burst into laughter and answered quickly, "Chocolate cake."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, leaning forward with keen interest. "Evelyn, are you truly happy with Alexander?"

"Completely," Evelyn replied without a moment's hesitation.

Sebastian shook his head slightly. "That's not what I meant. I'm talking about Alexander's... performance. Is he good in bed?"

A deep blush instantly spread across Evelyn's cheeks.

"W-what?" she stammered.

Sebastian's smirk widened. "Why so flustered? Does that mean he's not good? If that's the case, marrying him must be a real disappointment. You're not a widow, but you might as well be living like one..."

Shocked, Evelyn waved her hands frantically. "No, no! Alexander is very good in bed!"

Sebastian's eyebrows shot up in feigned astonishment. "Oh? So you two have already... you know..."

He leaned in closer, his face a mask of curiosity, clearly eager to dig for more details.

But before he could continue, Alexander cut in, his tone sharp and final. "Sebastian, that's enough. You've asked your question."

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