Rosalynn felt a firm grip on her hand. She then shot a warning glance at Brian.

Leaning down, Brian whispered, "Quit giving me the stink eye, or I'll kiss you right here, in front of everyone."

Rosalynn was lost for words. She had no choice but to bear it!

“Sanford, you're obliged to share the first slice of cake with the one you love the most," someone called out as they flipped on the Light.

Sanford's gaze found Maggie, momentarily lost in the crowd. He beckoned her with a crooked finger.

“Maggie, over here."

This was Maggie's first time at such a grand event, and she felt a wave of self—consciousness wash over her.

The crowd parted, forming a pathway. Head bowed, she walked over.

Sanford sliced into the cake and presented the first piece to Maggie.

The men around them teased, "Sanford, you know the tradition for the first piece of cake, right?"

“Don't keep us waiting, Sanford!"

Rosalynn, observing Maggie's evident embarrassment, gave Brian's hand a sharp pinch.

"What's the big deal with the first slice of cake?"

Brian's touch Lingered on her hand.

"Keep watching. You'll see."

Rosalynn turned her attention back to Sanford and Maggie, encircled by the crowd. She watched as Sanford took a bite of the cake before offering the rest to Maggie.

Maggie, crimson with shyness, attempted to sidestep the action but was compelled to accept.

Once Maggie had finished her bite, the crowd urged her to feed Sanford in return.

Rosalynn watched this unfold, her cheeks flushing.

"Is this how you all celebrate birthdays?"

Brian chuckled Lightly.

“More or less."