It was already 9 PM by the time all the preparations for Mykiel's birthday party were complete, thanks to the help of his cousin and friends. The setting was perfect—a celebration on Vincent’s luxurious yacht, set against the sparkling waters under the starry night. You and Mykiel had just arrived, and with a touch of mischief, you carefully guided him out of the car, ensuring his blindfold stayed in place.

The plan was simple yet meaningful: to celebrate his birthday on Christmas Eve, blending the warmth of the season with a night dedicated entirely to him.

"Alright, alright... why does this feel so familiar? Where are you taking me?" Mykiel asked, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. His excitement was palpable despite the blindfold, his anticipation growing with every step as you led him toward the waiting yacht.