Ethan's POV
I found myself straightening my tie and running a hand through my hair. Gone were the days when I'd second-guess myself around beautiful women. I was Ethan Williams, for crying out loud – the guy who could throw a party like this on a whim.
But something about her made me pause. She exuded an air of confidence that was both intimidating and incredibly alluring. I couldn't just waltz up to her with some cheesy pickup line. No, this required finesse.
I scanned the room for Ashley, spotting her by the dessert table and predictably eyeing the chocolate fountain. I made my way over, trying not to look like I was on a mission.
"Hey, birthday girl," I said, casually leaning against the table. "Having fun?"
"Ethan, this is incredible! I can't believe you did all this for me. It's.
