MAYA’S POV:
I stared at the delivery man as I signed the digital pad. He gave me a knowing, slightly sympathetic look before piling the bags just inside the doorway and heading back to his van. I shut the door and took a deep breath before I started moving the bags.
It took me three trips to get everything upstairs. Then I fell flat on the bed for a quick rest. When I had regained some strength, I sat up and started pulling items out of the crisp paper bags. It wasn’t just clothes; it was an entire wardrobe of high-end dresses, soft denim, and designer labels. There were flowy sundresses, tailored pants, and cashmere sweaters. But then I reached the smaller boxes at the bottom.
My face went red instantly.
They were lingerie—lace, silk, and sheer mesh in deep reds and midnight blacks. T
