Kelsea's POV
I asked Melissa to bring me some jam-filled cookies to the library. After everything that had happened, I couldn't open my birthday gifts, and I felt it would be impolite not to, so I headed there.
As soon as I opened the mahogany-colored door, the coldness sent chills down my spine. I rarely came here, and when I did, I only grabbed the books I needed and left. Hence, the unfamiliarity of the place was palpable.
I walked, my heels echoing on the crystalized porcelain floor, and I sat in a corner next to the pile of presents.
First, I took the small ones; there were watches, gold bracelets, and rings until a little box I had given to one of my employees to bring up caught my attention. I read the dedication, and it said: "With much love, Andrea and Amber." I smiled. I had
