Chapter 11. You Never Said Your Name

Blake’s POV

My skin tingled with goosebumps from all the stares I received as I gently strolled across the room.

“Oh, my God! You look amazing in gold!” Emma squealed as she sighted me, taking a moment to admire my dress.

“Wasn’t quite sure about it.”

She shut me down immediately. “Nonsense. Although you could make a trash bag look classy, this dress is absolutely gorgeous on you. And I’m not the only one who agrees.”

“Look around,” she added, her eyes darting around the room.

I only smiled.

Just as her eyes went to the little gift bag in my hands, I asked. “Where’s the birthday boy?”

Her eyes sparked even more as she looked across the room. “Phil!”

An average-height man in a black suit turned to us with a smile. He quickly whispered some words and handshakes to his companions before he began making strides towards us.

“You shouldn’t have bothered, Blake. Not with how late you were informed,” Emma said as she collec