3rd Person POV
It was still Wednesday, and Claire was halfway through reorganizing her apartment—attempting to distract herself from the pulse of anticipation that seemed to hum in her veins—when her phone buzzed. A number she didn’t recognize flashed across the screen.
"Your package has arrived."
She frowned, stepping out to the small balcony to get some air. A sleek black car had just pulled up, and the driver, tall and impeccably dressed, exited to deliver a single box before retreating back to his vehicle. He didn’t speak, didn’t hesitate—simply placed the package carefully at her doorstep and returned to the car.
Claire stared at it, pulse quickening. The box was large, wrapped in deep navy paper with a silver satin ribbon tied around it. It wasn’t just a package—it was a statemen
