Killian starts to sing, strolling over until he’s standing directly in front of me. “Happy birthday to you…” His voice is mellow and sweet. Oh my God. My heart melts, especially when he croons, “Happy birthday, dear Sierraaa…” He turns the mic to the audience, and they raggedly sing the last “happy birthday to you” then holler and clap. The girls around us loudly proclaim something in an envious tone and yell out, “Happy birthday!”
