as soon as I pushed through the door to the PR offices, a shower of confetti rained down on me. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Giana did a little hop-like dance, blowing a streamer that sounded like a foghorn. A giant, glittery banner hung above her head, and her eyes were wide and joyful in the candlelight coming from the two and zero candles in a homemade cake on her desk.
