Unspoken Wishes

Vittoria

I was awakened by the scent of something sweet—sugar, vanilla, warmth. My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was Dante, standing at the end of the bed, a small birthday cake in his hands, one candle lit in the centre.

And he was singing.

His voice was deep and raspy, not very tuneful, but the mere fact that he was actually doing it had my heart fluttering.

"Happy birthday to y