You're mine

It was like a statue of a woman wrapped in silver paper, and without tearing it apart, I somehow knew what was inside. My eyes looked around for any sign of man who was capable of doing this, but no sound or movement was heard.

Taking deep breaths to calm myself and walking towards the unwanted gift in my lobby, I watched it like someone had planted a bomb in my apartment. I was about to open it but when my eyes landed on small box placed on table top, I couldn't help but look inside.

It was a box covered with grey velvet, and a black ribbon, and as I opened it, a small note greeted me back. It wasn't that small, but it was enough to let me know the details.

I picked up the white coloured note, beautiful cursive handwritten words were telling me this present was Silvio's.

Wear this tommorrow evening.

Salvatore. S

Three simple words and the weight of his o