Peach’s POV
We walked in silence behind him, my mind racing with confusion and fear. Every step felt like a potential misstep, risking everything I held dear. I stole a glance at my mom, hoping to find reassurance, but her expression revealed no fear—only a strange calmness. Anna, too, seemed unaffected, which only deepened my unease.
Suddenly, a cacophony of cheers erupted, and confetti filled the air. "Happy birthday, Peach!" The words hung in the air, surreal and disorienting. I stood frozen, unable to comprehend what was happening.
"I'm sorry we scared you, darling. It was all your uncle's idea," my mom said, her voice tinged with amusement. I remained speechless, trying to process the sudden turn of events.
"We got you good, Peach! Your face was priceless!" Anna chimed in, laughin
