Fifty Six

May’s POV

Stepping out of the steam-filled bathroom, I rubbed the fog off the mirror, still feeling the warmth of the hot shower on my skin.

Damn, I felt so refreshed. The bathtub was just so nice and I could stay in there forever but unfortunately, we have somewhere to be soon.

My reflection stared back at me, fresh-faced and refreshed. I smiled, looking at my blonde hair clinging to my head like a drenched rat. I had washed it again, so I needed to dry it. Quickly, I plugged it in and dried my hair as fast as I could before dropping it and walking to the door.

I had left it half opened, I realized, and anyone could have walked in or peeped in if they wanted to.

As I opened the door fully, my eyes fell on a sight that made my heart do a little flip, and I realized someone had walked in here.

It was a beautiful red dress, and it was laid out neatly on the bed, its fabric rich and inviting. Beside it, a small box held what I assumed were shoes, and a tiny note rested on top of it all