The following morning, Aria awoke to a startling sight. Her room was adorned with luxurious clothes and accessories. It was evident that Zane had been there the previous night, a chilling realization that sent a shiver down her spine. She hesitated as she approached the neatly arranged shopping bags. The garments looked so exquisite, so fragile, that she feared even touching them might ruin their perfection. A wave of nervousness washed over her. What if I destroy them just by being near?
Her eyes fell on a pink box placed on the couch, accompanied by a note in Zane’s sharp handwriting:
“Wear this dress and get ready before 12.”
Curious yet nervous, she opened the box to reveal a short white dress with a delicate silver belt at its center. Intricate floral patterns adorned the flared si
