"Fred, stop." Anne held Fred's shoulders steady to make her stop moving. "If you don't stop, these pins will be in your skull and not your hair." She warned her again.

"Sorry." Fred said, placing her hands underneath her thighs and taking a deep breath to keep herself from hyperventilating. "What do you think..."

"Fred..." Anne stressed her name, not wanting to speculate what was going to happen tonight. "I bet she's in the car right now with Joe, asking a million questions like someone else I know."

"It's just too bad she won't get any answers." Fred said as Anne placed the last pin in Fred's hair and reaching for the hairspray.

"Just like you." Anne smiled back at Fred in the mirror. "There, you like?"

"I love." Fred looked at her soft curls pinned up in a fashion that only Anne could master. Slipping on her heels, Fred hooked her arm in Anne's and was now ready to see the boys. "How do you suppose the guys are holding up?"

"Well..." Anne stopped at the door frame seeing Gunn over on the couch, twiddling his fingers nervously and Wesley pacing the floor in anxiousness. "Wesley, you owe me a thousand dollars." She told him, walking over to the dining room table that was out in the open, grabbing her clutch and sticking it under her arm.

"What? Why?" He stopped, placing his sweaty palms on the table.

"A new hardwood floor." She stated, pointing down to the wear of the grain caused by the one and only Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.

"Oh." He looked at it and back up at her. "I hardly think that this floor is worth a thousand dollars."

"It will be if you don't calm down and breathe. Are we ready?" Anne asked, reaching for his hand. He gladly took it and opened the door for her, Fred and Gunn. This was going to be a memorable night.

The city was beautiful at night. Cordelia hardly remembered ever seeing it this way. Most of the times, all of the them were out blasting away demons and being splattered with demon guts in the sewers and abandoned buildings of the slum of Los Angeles. The City of Angels, lights all around, tourists scrambling to get their hands on one of the star maps or get their picture taken next to a star at Mann's Chinese Theater. That would be a birthday present, no doubt, finally getting a star in front of Mann's Chinese Theater. Only in your dreams, Cordelia, only in your dreams, she reminded herself. Looking back to the front of the car, she wondered if truly the driver, named Joe, did know anything.

"Hey, Joe..." She started to make an attempt.

"I don't know anything Miss Chase. I'm only here to drive you."

"So, whoever this secret admirer is, you..."

"Don't know him. I was hired by someone else."

"And that would be?"

"Nice try, Miss Chase." Joe looked back in the rearview mirror at her, secretly laughing at her effort.

"Hey, didn't we already pass this place like twenty minutes ago?" She pointed out the place that past by them instantly.

"Yes, we have, Miss Chase. I'm giving your secret admirer just a little more time."

"Time? Just where exactly are we going Joe?"

"Again, good try. But I am sworn to secrecy."

"They all say that." She brushed him, and diverted her attention back to her window and the sights of the city. Whatever this secret admirer had planned, it better be good. Because there was just so many times she wanted to see Los Angeles. Closing her eyes for just a minute, she imagined if this was Angel's doing. It would be perfect. But it wasn't, it was some secret admirer's. Opening her eyes back up, she then realized that they were slowing down. Looking at the landmark where they stopped, her confused look came out to play.

"Uh, Joe..."

"Yes, Miss Chase."

"I don't think this is the right place." She told him as he came around to the passenger side and opened her door.

"The Hyperion Hotel. Yes, it is the right place." He announced, clasping her hand to steady her gait out of the car.

"But this is where I work."

"What a small world." He smiled towards her and extended the hook of his arm for her to latch onto.

"You know something."

"I am sworn to secrecy." He told her again, walking with her through the courtyard and into the main lobby of the hotel, which hadn't changed since this morning. "This way Miss Chase." Joe waved his hand down towards the south wing of the hotel, allowing her to walk ahead of him.

"I'm going to find out something from you." She said, looking back behind her.

"I'm..."

"Sworn to secrecy. Yea yea yea." Cordelia brushed his comment off, still intent on finding out something when Joe walked ahead of her and stopped in front of a pair of double doors. He knocked three times, alerting her secret admirer that she had arrived.

"It has been a pleasure Miss Chase." Joe leaned down and bestowed a gentleman's kiss upon her hand. "Happy Birthday." He finished, opening the doors and ushering her inside. The lights came on to a room filled with even more flowers than her apartment. A chandelier hung in the center of the room illuminating the table set for seven. In the opposite corner of the room was a big band complete with conductor and jazz singer. Right now they were playing one of Cordelia's favorites: It had to be you. Everything was like it was pulled right out of her dreams. Slowly walking towards the center of the room, she couldn't believe this was happening. It was just so surreal. Setting her clutch and shawl upon one of the chairs, she took another look around only to find the most handsome man standing there in a tuxedo with at least three dozen mixed roses in his hands.

"Happy Birthday."

"You."

"Me." Angel smiled back at her, laying the flowers down and coming over to her with a kiss that she didn't want to end. "You look amazing."

"Well, duh." She retorted, still hanging onto his neck. "So, you're my secret admirer?"

"Disappointed?"

"Not at all." She brushed her lips against his again, slipping her tongue in and out for effect to make him want more. Giggles from behind her told her to stop and turn around. There were the five perpetrators who had helped Angel with his grand plan, all of them dressed for their so called private party.

"You guys..." Cordelia started to get teary eyed seeing them all dressed up like they were going to the grand ball. "All of you are so sneaky." She told them as Fred and Anne walked up and gave her a big hug. Next were Gunn and Wesley, the two big brothers she never had.

"Those look nice." Gunn commented on the sparkle upon her ear lobes.

"You like those? My other lovers got these for me." She joked with them.

"What? Your other lovers?" Angel perked up hearing the word and became concerned.

"She's joking, Angel. Nothing to worry about." Anne assured him, going around to a chair on the opposite side next to Fred.

"And you." Cordelia started to jab her finger into Lorne's bright red jacket. "This is beautiful." She referred to her dress, skimming her hands down it.

"Anything on you is beautiful, sweetheart." Lorne gave her a kiss on the cheek and took his seat next to Gunn. The table was now filled a three course meal complete with three waiters at their disposal.

"Hungry?" Angel lifted his eyebrows toward the woman who still had no idea what was going to happen tonight, followed by one of his smiles that always worked on her.