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Preparations For The Auction

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last update Last Updated: 2025-04-29 01:40:13

Adele~

"Any idea who it’s from?" Emily asked.

The three of us were sitting on my bed, staring at the black box before us. There was no complimentary card, no message, just a mysterious box I didn’t know what it held yet.

"Are you going to open it, or should I?" Sarah reached out, her fingers brushing the lid.

"Wait!" I pulled the box toward me. My heart beat a little faster. Part excitement, part dread. "What if it’s... weird? Like a prank or something?"

Emily laughed, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "Adele, you’re too cautious. It's just a box. Probably a gift."

"Yeah, but from who?" I muttered, inspecting the box again. It was sleek, tied with a black satin ribbon. It was luxurious, but understated. Whoever sent it had taste.

I finally slid my fingers under the ribbon and pulled. It came loose with a soft whisper. Sarah leaned in closer, practically vibrating with curiosity. Emily crossed her legs and waited, her eyes sparkling.

I lifted the lid.

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