The next day passed in a quiet haze. Sophia woke up in her own apartment, the sheets still smelling faintly of Liam’s cologne, her body aching in the best way from the night before. She had left his place early that morning after the confessions, no dramatic goodbye, just a soft kiss at the door and a promise to text later. The truth was out already, they both knew what they felt for each other but neither had said what came next. Her phone buzzed at 5 p.m, a delivery notification. She opened the door to find a sleek black box on her doorstep, tied with a red ribbon, no note on the outside, just her name in elegant handwriting. She carried it inside and opened it. A dress, deep red, silk, low-cut back, thigh-high slit, the kind of dress that screamed “wear me and destroy someone.” Folded beside it was a set of delicate gold jewelry: thin choker necklace, dangling earrings, a bracelet and at the bottom, a small cream envelope. She opened it. **Sophia,** **Wear this tonight. Co
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