"Hey, Junior," Michael called. "You're the host. Get in here."
"I'm being paged," Brian laughed. He went into the kitchen and came back with a large glass pitcher and a number of crystal wine glasses. "Michael made a wonderful sangria wine punch to go with the appetizers. Its a mix of wine and soda and fresh fruit. There's very little alcohol. Its a good opener because its light and bubbly. A good celebration drink. Now. if we only had our guests...."
Robert apparated in with Kate on his arm. When she saw the banner and the streamers and the balloons and all the hundreds and hundreds of beautiful flowers, she gasped, completely surprised. "What? For me?" she asked.
"My one and only," Robert smiled, kissing her cheek. She turned and kissed him. "You were in on this?"
"It was his idea," Khaat said.
"I should have known. He is a hopeless romantic," Kate smiled. "Well thank you. Thank you all so very much." Robert took her cloak off to reveal her evening wear. An ocean blue suit in satin and lace.
"You look beautiful, Kate," Brian said.
"Thank you. And look at all of you. You look so wonderful. All of you."
"Including me?" Michael said, coming out off the kitchen, his suitcoat on now.
"Michael!" she said, surprised. Her eyes lit up. He came over and hugged her and kissed her. "I'm so glad you're here."
"He's our chef for the evening," Khaat said.
"So thats why it smells so wonderful in here. Thank you, Michael," She carressed his cheek. Brian poured the wine glasses with the wine spritzer Michael had made and gave everyone a glass as Robert took off his own cloak and laid it aside.
"A toast," Brian said, raising his glass. "Happy Birthday, Kate. May you have another 63 years at least."
"Oh, dear," she laughed.
"Happy birthday," Khaat raised her glass to her mother.