Emily POV
I see no more room so I get up from her bed and walk to her side. I remove the blush from her hands and gently but with little technique attempt to smudge the red dot of makeup from her cheek.
"Give the man a chance, don't ruin your day from the start."
"I know how the day is going to go Emily."
"Give him a chance I said" I lowered the brush to his dressing table and looked at him seriously: "It's your birthday and you need to have a birthday attitude. Don't offend the birthday gods."
"Birthday gods, you say?" For the first time in a long while, I see him sketch a faint smile with the danger of laughter. I nod and he continued to smudge the heavy smudge on his cheek, reviving memories of my childhood in my memory.
