Paulina was sitting on the couch, her arms crossed, her face a study in simmering anger. As Benedict entered, she didn't even bother to look up. He could feel the icy silence radiating from her, a silence that was more potent than any shouting match.
"Paulina," he began, his voice hesitant, "I'm so sorry. I know I've been busy lately, but..."
"Busy?" she interrupted, her voice sharp with sarcasm. "You mean too busy to remember it was my birthday yesterday?"
Benedict's heart sank. He had completely forgotten. He had been so caught up in the whirlwind of his business dealings that the date had slipped his mind. He knew he had no excuse.
"I'm so sorry, Paulina," he said again, his voice sincere. "I really am. It was just... a lot going on. I didn't mean to forget."
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