Elena's POV

The word “wedding favors” seemed to freeze the air in the studio.

Even the soft hum of printers and keyboards dulled into silence.

I stared at the delicate music box Stella had placed in front of me. The carved wood was intricate, floral patterns winding around its curved edges, the craftsmanship so refined that it looked more like a museum piece than packaging. If the casing alone required this level of effort, then whatever was inside had been chosen with equal ...