Richard's POV
I watch with regret as Daisy blows out the candles on the cake and lets out a wide grin. Arabel claps her hand, and onlookers do the same after singing a happy birthday song for her.
Indecisive on what to do, I continue watching, my stomach twisting into knots.
When I can no longer take it, I step down from the car and take long strides into the restaurant, not stopping until I am right in front of Arabel.
With dread, she looks up to meet my gaze.
I drag out a seat beside Daisy and slump in before shifting my eyes to meet Daisy's. She isn't jumping up in excitement like she used to, so my heart sinks.
“Happy birthday, buddy,” I mutter with a weak smile carved on my lips. I didn't even buy anything. I didn't get her a birthday gift.
And that is simply because I didn't e
