I walked out of the bathroom tying my robe, towel still wrapped loosely around my damp hair. I was about to grab the hairdryer when my eyes froze on something lying on the bed.
A box.No two boxes, one bigger than the other.
I tilted my head, frowning. Was that there before? No—I shook my head immediately. There was no way I could have missed it.
Cautiously, I stepped closer, my fingers brushing over the smooth lid before I finally lifted it. Inside lay a beautiful gown. My breath hitched as I lifted it out of the box.
It was a flay gown, just above the knee. Simple, not overly designed, yet the fabric looked expensive, soft as water slipping through my fingers. The cut was flattering, elegant without screaming for attention.
“Oh God…” I gasped under my breath. It was beautiful. It had
