CAMILLA'S POV
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Today is my birthday, my twenty eight birthday to be exact, and I've never felt more emotional when I was reminded of the reservations I made for Derek and I at this fancy place I've called months ahead for because I wanted to try their food on my birthday. It was something Derek and I both wanted, something we did in the midst of the lazy Saturday we had in bed, wrapped in each other's arms and sheets while our bodies were covered in sweat and desire. I had seen their food reviews and posts all over social media, but I also knew they were expensive, and there was no better day to try them than my birthday, because I saw that if you make a reservation, they will make any cake you want but you have to buy a bottle of wine worth four hundred dollars to get the cake free.
