Dexter had stolen my jewelry for his mistress? I left the party, driven by the address in the note, tears streaming. Arriving at an old house, I hesitated but entered. Suddenly, lights flashed, and voices shouted, “WE PLAYED YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”
Dexter hugged me. “No mistress, Lara. It was a prank.”
Relief washed over me, and despite my anger, I laughed. It was an unforgettable birthday.
