Inside lies a slice of molten chocolate cake. Connor’s grin has nothing on Daisy’s bright smile, a contagious one that causes our lips to lift just as high. Even Rose is showing off her pearly whites. Chocolate cake. That is what all four guys had been searching for. Not cigars. It’s possibly one of the sweetest, kindest gestures I’ve seen. Because it’s something that Daisy loves. Ryke lights the waxy candle, and then he messes her hair with a rough, caring hand. And we all start to sing happy birthday. Daisy looks around at us, and her eyes begin to glass with tears.
