Amara's POV :
The package arrived at exactly four PM like Roman said it would.
I opened the door and a delivery man handed me a large black box with a silver ribbon. No label. No return address. Just expensive-looking.
I brought it inside and set it on my bed and stared at it for a full minute.
The dress was even more beautiful in person. Black silk that caught the light when I lifted it out. Simple with a slit up one side. Underneath were shoes. Black heels with a thin strap around the ankle. My exact size.
I held the dress up and looked in the mirror.
I didn't recognize the person looking back.
My phone buzzed.
Sarah: What are you doing tonight? Want to grab dinner?
My fingers hovered over the keyboard.
I should tell her. She was my best friend.
But I couldn't.
Me: Staying in tonight. Tired from everything this week.
Sarah: You sure? You've been weird lately.
Me: I'm fine. Promise. Rain check?
Sarah: Okay. But we're talking soon. Like actually talking.
Me: Deal.
