When the door had opened, Bruce first saw the butler and uttered, “Happy Birthday.” He knew he messed up and wanted to just retreat as fast as humanly possible. He then heard someone stifling a laugh and from inside the house, Abigail emerged wearing a beautiful white striped button-up dress as well as a pair of elbow length gloves. “Thank you, Mr. Armstrong. I’m pleasantly surprised by you coming to see me … And with such beautiful flowers.” "I hope you like them, Lady Brantley, I recently read a medical study that certain organic things can induce sneezing among other effects to certain people. After she had looked at him for a few minutes, he was invited in and sat down, “Mr. Armstrong, I wonder why you said ‘happy birthday’ as you came here … To my knowledge it’s nobody’s birthday in this house and if it were it’d be acknowledged somehow … I also know you’re not one to assume a fact like that without researching it … at least I imagine you would research something like that. Which makes me wonder … Mr. Armstrong … Is it your birthday today?” Bruce smiled nervously, "Though I have not celebrated it in, well, shall we say a long time, it is indeed my eighteenth birthday today.
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