"Happy birthday to the queen!" Vera shouted, thrusting a rhinestone-covered sash over my head before I could protest.
I looked down at the sparkly fabric now draped across my body. In bold, glittering letters it read: "I'm the F-ing Queen!"
"Vera!" I gasped, half-laughing, half-mortified. "I can't wear this in public!"
"You absolutely can and you absolutely will," she declared, adjusting the sash to sit perfectly across my chest. "Tonight isn't about being polite or proper. It's about celebrating YOU."
The private room at Enigma was transformed. A giant banner hung across one wall proclaiming "HAZEL SHAW: #1 BEAUTY AND BOSS." Balloons in silver and gold filled every corner, and champagne bottles glittered under the dim lighting.
Sienna approached with a champagne flute. "Drink up, birthday girl. The night is young and so are we."
"I can't believe you all did this," I said, taking the glass and looking around at the elaborate decorations.
