NOVARIA'S POV
The dress was breathtaking.
The moment I stepped into my bedroom and saw it spread neatly across my bed, I froze.
For a few seconds, I simply stared.
The fabric shimmered beneath the soft glow of the light, delicate crystal details sewn into the bodice catching the light like tiny stars. It looked expensive. The kind of dress that belonged in a luxury boutique window, not hanging in my room waiting for me.
A smile slowly found its way onto my lips.
Kelvin.
I didn't even need to ask.
The moment my eyes drifted downward, I found a matching pair of heels placed carefully beside the bed. A small folded note rested on top of the box.
I picked it up.
"Thought you'd like these too,"
The messy handwriting made me laugh.
Definitely Kelvin.
My chest warmed.
"That i***t,"
