Chapter 87 : If only I hadn't met you

"Ama?" Zeya called out, her hand instinctively reaching to the empty side of her bed. A wave of concern washed over her as she opened her eyes and found the room devoid of anyone else. She quickly made her way to the bathroom, then to the living room and kitchen, but there was no sign of Amaya. Just as she grabbed her phone, ready to call, she noticed the date—it was Amaya's birthday. A smile crept across her lips as her playful gaze brightened. "It'll be the best party ever…" she whispered, a smirk forming.

She blew up red and black balloons—Amaya's favorite colors—filling the room with vibrant energy. Her face glowed with excitement as she carefully decorated every corner and prepared Amaya's favorite dishes. With care, she even began baking Amaya's favourite red velvet cake, putting her heart into every step.

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