Avery picked up the note, already sighing as she recognized the elegant handwriting. The strokes were sharp preciseand annoying—just like the man who wrote them.
Silas. Again.
Her gaze moved over the lines.
> "I know you don't like getting gifts in the office, so don't worry—no one knows except your assistant. Inside is a gown and some jewelry for tonight's event. If you don't like them, let me know and I'll send another set instead."
Avery rolled her eyes with another soft sigh. She folded the note neatly and set it aside before turning her attention to the two boxes on her desk.
The large red box gleamed under the golden lights of her cabin. She ran her fingers over its smooth surface before untying the ribbon and lifting the lid. A subtle floral scent rose with the rustle of luxury tissue paper.
Inside lay a gown that could've been pulled from a dream—or a red carpet fantasy.
