AUTHOR’S POV

The evening air was calm but chilly and the moonlight spilled softly through the curtain. Aria had spent all day chatting and laughing with Eva, her little escape from reality. She was about to sit when her eyes caught a note lying in front of a gown.

Her heart skipped a bit. Her hand hesitantly stretched as she reached for the paper. Her eyes moved slowly across the words, and before she knew it, a small smile tugged her lips.

“The gown was perfectly made for you. The dress ...