Stupid Cupid
“Happy birthday to you!”
Lincoln Belmonte stared at the over-the-top birthday cake in front of her and tried to keep a smile plastered on her lips. The large burning 30 candle perched in the icing almost seemed to taunt her.
Thirty. She was thirty and still single. When she’d graduated college at twenty-two with a degree in counseling, this wasn’t where she’d projected herself to be at thirty. She’d wanted a husband. She’d wanted children. She’d wanted a family. By thirty, she thought she would have two chubby, angelic toddlers running about her home. Instead, she lived alone in a tiny apartment even her dog wasn’t content with.
Over the years, she’d watched all her friends get married, down to the very last one. A few of them even had children of their own while she was still stuck in the dating scene. Her best friend, Amy, told her to blame it on Cupid. He was the one responsible for making people fall in love…or out of it.
“Make a wish!” Amy demanded joyfully from behind.
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