The Billion-Dollar Birthday Party

Part 1: The Ghostwriter

The icing on the chocolate cake was thick and uneven, a testament to my amateur baking skills and my complete lack of patience for perfection. I wiped a smudge of fudge from my cheek with the back of my hand, adjusting the “World’s Okayest Mom” apron that hung loosely over my gray sweatpants.

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