Christy's POV
Knock knock!
The knock on my door came earlier that morning, I got up with a tired sigh and dragged my body to open the door.
Gray was standing outside, he handed me a box, his expression unreadable,
" it had been delivered anonymously" he said expressionlessly before leaving.
I was grateful for the fact that he respected my decision to be alone and didn't bother making meaningless conversations.
My name was scrawled in bold red ink across the lid and chill ran through me before I even opened it.
Inside lay a dinner gown of black silk, shimmering and luxurious. A single note sat on top, the handwriting sharp and venomous:
"Wear this tomorrow night. Don't disappoint me, trash."
I didn't need to guess who sent it.
Celeste's cruelty always had a signature, elegant on the surface, poisoned underneath.
