After returning home, I was sorting through my clothes when I suddenly heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, I saw my brother's assistant standing there, holding two boxes.
"This is from Mr. Everett. You'll need it on Saturday," he said.
A wave of warmth spread through my chest. I took the boxes from him and thanked him.
Opening them, I found a gown and a set of jewelry inside.
I recognized the dress immediately—it was from XA, one of the brands under Everett Group. Before Isabella came back, the Everetts would send me a gown from this brand for every special occasion.
As I ran my fingers over the fabric, tears welled up in my eyes.
For a brief moment, it felt like I was back in those early days after the Everetts had found me.
Back then, Isabella had run away, and everyone i
