Stella's POV
The week passed in a blur, and I completely forgot to mention Naomi's office visit to Adrian. That same day, we'd gone shopping for Atlas's birthday gift. His sixteenth birthday party was scheduled for Saturday, and the teenager had been bubbling with excitement all week, calling me repeatedly to discuss party details, which I found absolutely endearing.
Saturday arrived swiftly. I was feeling particularly relaxed since changing my phone number had put an end to those disturbing calls, allowing me to sleep peacefully again.
"Nightingale, are you ready to go?" Adrian strolled into our walk-in closet, selecting one of his luxury watches and fastening it around his wrist.
"Almost there, handsome," I replied, applying the final touches to my makeup.
Adrian checked his phone, smiling. "Atlas won't stop calling. What an impatient kid!"
"He's just thrilled about his big day," I laughed, amused by Atlas's single-minded focus these past few days.
