Aria's POV
I stood in the middle of my room, the gown draped over my arms like something fragile and dangerous at the same time.
It was still hard to believe it was real.
The fabric was cool against my skin, soft and impossibly smooth, catching the light every time I moved. I had seen countless wedding dresses in my life magazines, fittings, and catalogs carefully curated by Eleanor, but this one felt different. It didn't scream for attention. It didn't try to impress. It simply belonged.
And that was the problem.
There was no sender's name on the box, but the note had already said enough. I didn't need confirmation. I didn't need a confession. I knew exactly who had done this.
Lex.
My fingers tightened around the hanger as my mind raced. A part of me wanted to pick
