Expensive curiosities

ELSIDA

The lipstick applicator slides to my chin and Natasha bursts into my room. I groan and pin her with a glare. “When are you going to learn how to knock Nat?”

Natasha snorts, “Oh please. You should be grateful that I’m here to keep you company, Lord knows what you would do with yourself.”

I roll my eyes and huff at her while I adjust my lipstick. “What do you want, Nat?”

Natasha smirks and drops a black gift box on my dresser. “You know Elsida, I’m surprised Prince Charming is letting you go for Landon’s birthday dinner all alone. He’s obsessed,” she murmurs as her gaze flickers between the gift and me.

I ignore her words and my eyes zone in on the tiny black box, I feel a surge of anticipation trickle down my spine and I waste no time unwrapping it.

Ever since our first date and the night I grew a pair of balls to kiss Adrian, he has been relentless with gifts; Black roses, jewelry, designer bags. The list was endless, I was yet to go through all the piles of boxes in my room.

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