To be one of Seattle's hottest young artist is quite an accomplishment, but to Mia she could care less. She wasn't able to enjoy her success. Galleries in New York were calling and begging her to work for them and be a featured artist. She ended up turning those offers down, but didn't tell anyone. She had her uncle to worry about and little cousins to spoil.

"Mama Mia." He whispered in her ear.

"Mark!" She exclaimed.

"Joe can I have the best drink for the most beautiful women in the bar."

"Who are you trying to impress?" She asked looking around to see who Mark's possible victim for the night could be.

"The drink is for you my dear." He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"Why?" Mia asked glancing at him curiously.

"It's almost midnight."

"It is, but I don't get…" she stopped realizing what he was getting out.

"Happy Birthday." He whispered.

"You remembered." She squealed.

"Of course, this is a day no one should forget… here." He said grinning handing her the box.

"What is this?"

"Open it."

"Oh my God, Mark… they're gorgeous!" she said in awe as she looked at the solitaire cut diamond earrings.

"You like them?" he asked a little nervous.

"Who wouldn't like these?" she grinned as she put on the earrings. "Thank you."

"You deserve it."

"This is the best birthday present ever." She beamed giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"So how does it feel to be twenty-three?"

"Okay." She frowned slightly.

"Okay?"

"I'm in a rut…" she murmured.

"Mi, you have a lot going for you."

"I guess." She sighed gulping down her drink. "So Uncle Derek is remembering things?" Mia said changing the subject.

"He remembered he was going to propose."

"He still wants to go through with it."

"Yes he wants to know where the ring is."

"I know where it is I'll talk to him." She smiled sadly reaching for the shot glass Joe placed in front of her. "Do you think he'll remember the accident?"

"I hope he does so that bitch can go to jail." Mark said through gritted teeth.

"She has no right to live a normal life."

"I agree." He frowned as he saw Joe give Mia another drink.

"How about we get out of here?" he suggested.

"I don't want to be alone on my birthday." She whispered with tears in her eyes.

"You don't have to be, I'll be with you." He smiled.

"You'll stay with me at the townhouse?"

"Yes." He nodded and watched as Mia stumbled off the bar stool.

"I can't walk." She giggled.

"You want me to carry you?" he offered.

"I am the birthday girl." She giggled as he scooped her up.

"Let's go birthday girl." He chucked walking towards the door. Mia had her head resting on Mark's shoulder. She lifted her head up a little and drunkenly kissed his jaw. All Mark could do was grin. He had his girl in his arms now he just had to tell her.