The next day, Alex was buttoning up her blouse for work when the doorbell rang. She opened the door to find a deliveryman standing with a small, elegant package.
"Miss Alexandra Thompson?" He asked.
She nodded, signed, and brought the box inside.
Her heart tugged the moment she read the label—Anthony Leone. So they'd actually sent it.
She placed the velvet box on her table, meaning to ignore it until she returned it, but curiosity clawed at her.
With a sigh, she opened the lid.
Inside was the Golden Rose necklace. Even in the soft morning light, the diamonds glittered like stardust. It was breathtaking. A piece of art.
She couldn't help it. Her hand hovered over the necklace.
What would it look like on her?
*Click*
She snapped the box shut like it burned her fingers.
She couldn't have thoughts like that. She had to return the necklace immediately.
