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The knock on my door came just as I was brushing out my hair, the rhythmic thud pulling me from my thoughts.

“Come in,” I called softly.

The door opened to reveal Niles, his ever present polite smile resting on his lips as he stepped inside with his usual quiet grace. In his hands was a long garment bag, the kind that screamed expensive before I even saw what was inside. Balanced carefully under his arm was a shoebox and a small velvet jewelry box.

“Good evening, Miss ...