Mishka shot up from the bench so suddenly that the ducks waddling nearby flapped their wings in alarm.
"Oh. My. God."
Her honey-colored eyes widened in sheer panic.
The man her father frowned. "What now?"
Mishka grabbed his arm, shaking him. "Dad! Do you realize what day it is? Do you?!"
He blinked.
"Thursday?"
Mishka let out a dramatic gasp. "Thursday?! Thursday?! Dad, it’s Mom’s birthday! How could you forget?!"
A pause.
A very long pause.
And then his eyes widened just a fraction.
Shit.
Mishka groaned, clutching her head like the sky was falling. "I knew it. I knew you’d forget! Typical dad behavior!" She pointed a finger at him. "Do you have any idea how many relatives are at home right now? We’re supposed to set up the whole surprise before Mom gets back!"
Mishka groan
