Chapter 28—Moana’s POV
We got home late.
The garage door rolled up and down with a dull thud. I stayed in the car for a moment after the engine stopped. My hands rested on my lap. My mother came down and urged me to go inside to prepare for the party. I looked at her but didn't say a word.
I was about to climb the last stairs to my room when someone called my name.
“Miss Moana.”
It was a maid standing at the base of the stairs, holding a box.
“There’s a package for you,” she said.
“For me?”
She nodded. She climbed the stairs and handed the box to me carefully. I held it with both hands.
“Thank you.”
When I got to my room, I shut the door and set the box on the bed. Stared at it like it might explain itself. Then I opened it.
Inside was a dress.
It was neatly folded, made of rea
