Abigail
The birthday party wasn't even that extravagant, yet Finnegan gazed at me like I had snatched the moon from the sky and hung it in the hall.
He had a rare, soft smile that curved his mouth, transforming his face into a boyish look that made my knees weak and my heart clench.
Barely an hour later, after the cake had been cut and Finnegan was feeding me a bite with chocolate smudged on my nose, his eyes crinkling with amusement, the toasts began.
Henry stepped up to the small stage with a microphone, grinning like the troublemaker he was. His bowtie was slightly askew, and I could see River glaring at it from across the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen, and especially the birthday boy," Henry began, raising his glass, his voice booming through the hall. "Most of you know Finnegan as the untouchable CEO. The Ice King—"
"Nobody calls me that," Finnegan grunted next to me while laughter rippled through the room.
"But this year…" Henry's voice dropped to a serious tone.
