Twisted Rivalry
"It's heavy. And this paper feels like silk. Definitely not a random A****n mistake."
"Let's just open it," I said, the suspense becoming too heavy to bear.
Skylar handed me the package. With slightly trembling fingers, I tore through the seamless black wrapping paper, revealing a heavy, minimalist wooden box beneath. I lifted the lid, and both of us let out a synchronized, breathless gasp.
Resting inside, nestled against black velvet tissue paper, was a heavy polished silver chain necklace. Suspended from the center was a single, flawless, blood-red ruby pendant that gleamed with a fire that looked exactly like the crimson neon lights of Club Inferno.