Belle's POV
A package arrived, delivered by one of those overly cheerful messengers.
"Special delivery for Belle!" He said it like he was delivering a crown instead of a box.
I carried the box inside and placed it on my bed, staring at it like it might explode. Which, given my luck lately, wasn't entirely outside the realm of possibility. Mysterious packages from unknown senders had a terrible track record in my life.
I opened it carefully and found layers of tissue paper that had clearly been arranged by someone who'd watched too many unboxing videos, and underneath the tissue papers lay a dress.
A red dress that made my breath catch because it looked absolutely perfect, and red heels that matched the dress so perfectly they had to have been chosen together as a pair.
A small note
