Anniversary gift?
I was even more confused than Paul. "Wait, what?"
Paul looked just as lost, her voice timid. "Um, are you upset that Mr. Wright gave it to you late? Actually, here's the thing—it was a custom piece, one of a kind from HQ. But there was a hiccup during shipping and it didn’t make it on time. It did arrive the next day, though."
"I thought he already gave it to you… It’s been almost two months…"
I stared at the gift box, delicate and elegant, my perfectly made-up face showing puzzled disbelief.
"There's no way this was meant for me. Paul, I know you like Ronald, but there's really no point lying now, not after everything."
Paul raised a hand, almost swearing to the sky. "Ma’am, I swear he said it himself. And on the anniversary, Mr. Wright had a fully pa
