Inside the box lay a stunning dress of midnight blue, its fabric shimmering with subtle silver threads that caught the light like stars. Alongside it were matching shoes and a small jewellery box containing delicate silver earrings.
A note in Jackson's precise handwriting read: "No pressure. Wear this or whatever makes you comfortable. We just want you to feel special tonight."
The thoughtfulness of the gesture caught me off guard. I'd expected grand displays or possessive gestures—not this careful respect for my autonomy.
At precisely seven, another knock came at my door. I took a deep breath, smoothing the midnight blue dress over my hips. I'd decided to wear their gift, though I'd kept my pendant and the moonstone bracelet as anchors to my own identity.
Both twins stood outside, dre
