LIANA
Just like Adriano promised, the front door chimed and a slim young man stood on the other side with a parcel.
I smiled at him as he read the tag. "Delivery for Liana Cooper". He blushed as he took me in, the tips of his ears turning red. I could only imagine what I looked like to him, the too big t-shirt slipping off one shoulder, bare legs, hair in a messy bun.
He grinned sheepishly, thrusting the box into my hand and raced back to the elevator, almost tripping over his own feet. I giggled and laid the box on the kitchen counter.
Opening it, I smiled wide. When was the last time I had owned something new, not a hand me down or from the salvage store???
The clothes were so Adriano - branded and expensive but simple and understated.
Two pairs of pajamas - soft
