A year.
Cameron Sterling stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his room in the Sterling mansion, watching the chaos below. He couldn't believe it had been one year since the Reed mess. One year since the rescue, one year of being surrounded by the overwhelming, loving force of the Sterlings, and one year of… Aaron Blackwood.
It was a complete chaos down there. His twentieth birthday was in three days, and his family was acting like they were making up for the past birthdays they've missed all at once. Huge floral arrangements were being dragged in. Chefs argued loudly over menus near the rose garden. Benjamin was going round building, muttering into his headset about "venue security" for what was just a backyard party. Anna was directing a poor decorator on the correct shade of blue on the bunting.
"Not sky blue, you fool." She snapped. "It's his eye blue!".
Even Alexander was involved. He was going through the guest list like he was approving a business deal.
