This had to be Darius’s doing! Who else could buy such an extravagant gown on such short notice? Not to mention, he was the one who constantly called me his star.
On the flip side… he was a cold, no-nonsense dictator who couldn’t care less about some stupid school dance. So sending me such a thoughtful gift would be the last thing on his mind.
Besides, he told me that I needed to prove myself. On my own. Why would he care if I didn’t have a gown for the First Moon Gala? That was my problem. He wasn’t even attending!
So whoever sent this… they were up to something. Possibly something bad. In my world, gifts came with strings, and strings came with traps. I wasn’t stupid enough to fall for one.
“I’m not wearing it,” I announced, closing the box so I wasn’t tempted by the beautiful dress
