ooc: Hehe.

Vianna's eyebrows rose just very slightly as Ferris tightened his grip around her small hand, a bit of amusement in her blue eyes though for the most part she couldn't help feeling a little bad for putting the boy in this uncomfortable position. Once Mr. Vincenzi, who was so short he was actually lost somewhere in the sea of Vincenzi family members, had announced that he had the camera with him, the group began to sing along a happy birthday song for the birthday boy - of course, in English - and once it was over, they all clapped their hands together and urged the boy to blow the candles - Vince being the biggest nag, of course, because he wanted to steal the largest piece of cake.

"Happy birthday, Professor," Vianna told the boy at her side, flashing him the brightest of smiles before standing on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek, blue eyes sparkling with joy now that she no longer had to pretend she'd forgotten his birthday, and there was no more disappointment or sadness in his own brown eyes. She much preferred her happy - or in this case flustered - Professor.