My heart stutters.
I check again.
Paid. For theentire year.
A tight, cold coil winds in my stomach.
It had to be him.
Of course it was him.
I never told him I was behind.
Never asked.
Never even mentioned rent.
But he knew.
And just like everything else,he didn’t ask.
I step into my bedroom.
And freeze.
There’s a box on my bed.
Black. Sleek. Tied with a bow.
A simple ivory envelope sits on top.
My name in bold gold lettering.
I sit down carefully, like the box might explode.
I lift the lid.
A dress.
Casual, but expensive. The fabric is soft, light, the color perfect against my skin. Effortless, but luxurious. A dress designed for someone who doesn’t need to try hard to be stunning.
I don’t even want to know the price.
But what Idowant to know how the hell it got in here.
I glance around the room like I’ll find the answer. I won’t.
My phone buzzes.
A single notification.
His name.
WARREN
My driver will be there at 7. See you soon.
My stomach flips.