The aroma of newly arrived parchment and cloth enveloped the grand study as Andrew’s eyes examined the package positioned on his desk. A subtle, residual hint of an unknown fragrance wafted through the air; however, it wasn’t menacing but merely the typical musk from the delivery man that dropped it.
Andrew exhaled deeply, his sharp senses discerning the various layers of paper, fabric, and that was used to wrap that package.
With careful motions, he ripped open the wrapping, unveiling a sleek black box. His fingers explored the golden emblem imprinted on the lid. His nostrils expanded, detecting a well-known floral aroma intertwined with silver—the distinctive scent of Vivian.
His eyebrows knitted together. A delivery for her? He shifted his head slightly to the other side, weighing
