The rain had finally stopped.
For the first time in days, pale morning light filtered through the tall, arched windows of Ashford Manor, painting the polished hardwood floors in warm, buttery tones.
Liora was fastening the pearl buttons of her cream silk blouse when a quiet knock echoed at her bedroom door.
"Come in."
Mrs. Agnes stepped inside, carrying a crisp black garment bag draped over her arm. "Mr. Ashford asked me to give you this, dear."
Liora turned, raising a curious eyebrow. "What is it?"
"For tonight."
Mrs. Agnes placed the bag on the bed and slowly unzipped it. Inside lay a breathtaking midnight-blue silk gown. It was simple, tailored, and exquisite—the kind of dress that whispered luxury rather than shouted it. A handwritten card rested on the satin hanger.
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